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COLLEGE   POEMS 

FROM     THE     OFFICIAL     PUBLICATIONS     OF 

RUTGERS    AND    UNION. 


COLLECTED   AND    EDITED    BY 

A.  H.  HINMAN,  UNION  'O2, 

AND 

C.  R.  BLUNT,  RUTGERS  'O4. 


J.  HEIDINGSFELD,  PRINTER,  42  ALBANY  STREET, 

NEW  BRUNSWICK,  N.  J. 

1901. 


UNION    PUBLICATIONS: 

The  Concordiensis. 

The  Parthenon. 

The  Garnet. 

RUTGERS    PUBLICATIONS: 

The  Targum. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


RUTGERS   COLLEGE 
1766 

Sol  Justitiac  et  Occidentein  Illustra. 

SCARLET. 

Rah-rah-rah, 
Bow-wozv-ivozv, 
Rutgers ! 


UNION   COLLEGE 
1795 

In  Necessarils  Unitas,  in  Omnibus  Caritas, 
in  Dubiis  Liberatas. 

GARNET. 

Rah!    Rah!    Rah! 

U-N-I-O-N 
Hikah!    Hikah!    Hikah! 


CONTENTS. 


;.-  CANTUS   COLLECIORUM. 

PAGE. 

Alma  Mater 20 

Bow-Wow-Wow 6 

Charter  Day  Hymn 24 

Hymn  to  Union 22 

Old    Rutgers 10 

Old  Rutgers  is  the  Stuff 14 

On  the  Banks  of  the  Old  Raritan 3 

Rah  !     Rah  !     Rah  ! 8 

Song  to  Old  Union i 

Terrace    Song n 

The  Garnet  the  Color  We  Love .  19 

Union  Beside  the  Mohawk  Vale 5 

Union  Marching  Song 16 

Vive  Les  Rutgers'  Sons '. 18 

1 1. ~M  EDIT  AT  I  ONES. 

A  Bachelor's  Pipe 55 

A  Common  Thought 42 

Across  the  Salt  and  Silent  Sea 29 

A    Dream 35 

A    Friend 33 

After  the  Storm 38 

Amico  49 

Ancilla  Domini 47 

Beaucaire    27 

Contentment   46 

Friendship   34 

Gladstone    30 

Handsome  Is  That  Handsome  Does 50 


CONTENTS. 

PAGE. 

Ideals 48 

Opportunity   39 

Quo  Vadis 28 

Solitude    36 

The  Chaperone 43 

A  he  Cigar's  Aroma.    S3 

The    Dreamer 44 

The  Dying  Pilot 31 

The  Lesser  Poet 40 

The    Present 45 

The  Spectres  of  the  Past 37 

Thoughts   56 

To  a  Cigarette 52 

To-Day    51 

To  My  Pipe 54 

To  Omar  the  Tentmaker 41 

///.      NATURA. 

Anemones 70 

A  Silent  Visitor 71 

A  Southern  Spring 62 

A  Winter's  Day 64 

Moonlight  on  the  Mohawk 67 

Nature  61 

Rondeau    66 

Summer's    Prime 65 

To  Glen  Onoko 68 

Trailing  Arbutus 69 

When  the  Days  Grow  Long 63 

IV. -AMOR. 

A  Catch 125 

Adieu  127 

A  Law  of  Love  for  Freshmen 101 

Amor   Fidelis 85 

An  Early  June  Morning 94 

An  Ode.  .  86 


CONTENTS. 

PAGE. 

A  Passing  Glance 83 

A  Psalm  of  Love 73 

Arcadia   126 

As  In  a  Dream 93 

A  Song 78 

A   Sonnet 107 

A  Truthful  Valentine 90 

A  Valentine 89 

Cancion   1 12 

College  Widow 100 

b  reshman   Beware 102 

Having    Quarreled 113 

I  Would  Like  To  Know 92 

Just  One 103 

Le  Billet   Doux 108 

Love  Perfected 96 

Meditation    75 

Moons   117 

My  Lady's  Fan '. 115 

My    Photograph 120 

Nocturne    77 

On  Receiving  a  Picture 121 

Parting    104 

Phyllis    88 

Playing    Hearts 123 

Question  and   Answer 106 

Say,  Helen 1 16 

Science  Not  in  It 80 

Serenade   97 

Song 79 

Song  to  the  Manner  of  Herrich 95 

Ten   Years  After 1 1  \ 

The  College  Widow 99 

The    Difference 87 

The    Effigy 122 

The   Sophomore in 

To—     — 114 

To  a  Cigarette 119 

xi. 


CONTENTS. 

PAGE. 

To  Bessie 81 

Together  84 

To  My  Guitar 124 

To  My  Maedchen 98 

1  o  One  Ne'er  Seen 91 

Two  Hearts .....: 82 

Ye  Maid  of  Dorp  Makes  Answer 109 

V  —CARMINA    COMICA. 

A  Ballad  of  the  Ballet 159 

According  to  Hoyle 151 

A  Cowardly  Act 133 

A  Curl  of  Brown 138 

A  b  amily  Affair 145 

A  Lie i 137 

A  Midnight  Lunch 142 

An   Adventure 164 

An  Effiouxsion 167 

An    Incident 146 

Bill  and  the  Sisters  Peach 155 

Called  to  Arms 149 

Certainly  161 

Coeur  Froid 143 

Contributed  by  a  Freshman 152 

Doggerel   144 

En   Penitence 148 

From  Hash  to  Manna 140 

Gambling    Terms 165 

Iconoclastic  135 

Jack    134 

Left   153 

Multum  in  Par'vo.  .* 156 

Repartee 147 

The  Bard's  Lament 132 

The  Last  Farewell 162 

The   Problem   Solved 163 

The  Violet  or  the  Coffin  Tack 139 


CONTENTS. 

PAGE. 

To  a  Mosquito 166 

To    Helen 154 

Two  Arms 150 

Unjust  158 

What's  the  Use 131 

When  136 

Won  the  Pot 160 

Ye  Wooing  Knight 157 

Vl.—MODULATIONES  AETHEOPUM. 

De  Universal  Law 174 

Hushabye    180 

Mammy's  Honey  Boy ._ 176 

Ma  Ole  Virginy  Home 173 

The  Darkey's  Creed j. 171 

The    Panacea 178 

To  Nellie  Lu •* 175 

VIl.-POEMATA   COLLECIORUM. 

A  College  Memory 190 

Dark  Horse 202 

Farewell    Song 194 

In  Absentia 189 

In  Whitie's  Chair 192 

Ivy  Ode 195 

O.  For  a  Horse 199 

Paradise    207 

Progress   206 

Queen's    College 185 

To  An  Elderly  Grind 198 

To   Rutgers 191 

The  College  Bell 187 

The  College  Bell 188 

The  Junior  Ball 203 

The  Old  Blue  Gate 186 

Epilogue    208 


I. 

CANTUS  COLLEGIORUM 


THE  SCARLET  AND  GARNET. 


Song  to  Old  Union. 

T   ET  the  Grecian  dream  of  his  sacred  stream, 

And  sing  of  the  brave  adorning 
That   Phoebus  weaves  from  his  laurel  leaves, 

At  the  golden  gates  of  morning; 
But  the  brook  that  bounds  thro'  Union's  grounds, 

Gleams  bright  as  the  Delphic  water, 
And  a  prize  as  fair  as  a  god  may- wear, 

Is  a  dip  from  our  Alma  Mater. 

CHORUS. 

Then  here's  to  thee,  the  brave  and  free, 

Old  Union,  smiling  o'er  us, 
And  for  many  a  day,  as  thy  walls  grow  gray, 

May  they  ring  with  thy  children's  chorus ! 

Could  our  praises  throng  on  the  waves  of  song, 

Like  an  Orient  fleet,  gem-bringing. 
We  would  bear  to  thee  the  argosy. 

And  crown  thee  with  pearls  of  singing; 
But  thy  smile  beams  down  beneath  a  crown, 

Whose  glory  asks  no  other ; 
We  gather  it  not  from  the  green  sea-grot — 

'Tis  the  love  we  bear  our  mother ! 


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THE    SCARLET 

Let  the  joy  that  falls  from  thy  dear  old  walls, 

Unchanged  brave  Time's  on-darting, 
And  our  only  tear  falls  once  a  year 

On  hands  that  clasp  ere  parting; 
And  when  other  throngs  shall  sing  thy  songs 

And  their  spell  once  more  hath  bound  us, 
Our  faded  hours  shall  revive  their  flowers, 

And  the  past  shall  live  around  us. 

F.  H.  LUDLOW,  '56. 


AND    GARNET. 


On  the  Banks  of  the  Old  Raritan. 

\/f  Y  father  sent  me  to  old  Rutgers, 

And  resolved  that  I  should  be  a  man, 

And  so  I  settled  down 

In  that  noisy  college  town 
On  the  banks  of  the  old  Raritan. 

CHORUS. 

On  the  banks  of  the  old  Raritan,  my  boys, 
Where  old  Rutgers  evermore  shall  stand, 

For  has  she  not  stood 

Since  the  time  of  the  flood 
On  the  banks  of  the  old  Raritan? 

As  "Fresh."  they  used  me  rather  roughly, 

But  I  the  fearful  gauntlet  ran, 
They  tossed  me  so  about 
That  they  turned  me  inside  out, 

On  the  banks  of  the  old  Raritan. 

I  passed  through  all  these  tortures  nobly. 

And  then,  as  Soph,  my  turn  began, 
And  I  hazed  the  poor  Fresh  so 
That  they  longed  for  Heaven,  I  know. 

On  the  banks  of  the  old  Raritan. 


THE    SCARLET 

Then  sing  aloud  to  Alma  Mater, 
And  keep  the  scarlet  in  the  van, 

For  with  her  motto  high 

Rutgers'  name  shall  never  die, 
On  the  banks  of  the  old  Raritan. 

H.  N.  FULLER,  '74. 


AND    GARNET. 


Union,  Beside  the  Mohawk  Vale. 


now  to  the  campus  all  true  sons  of  Union, 
With  one  accord  in  song  your  voices  raise, 
Proclaim  loud  their  glory,  those  walls  old  and  hoary, 
The  college  where  are  spent  such  happy  days. 


Then  come  Union's  sons,  ne'er  let  the  glad  chorus 

fail, 
That    tells    in    proud    measure,    how    fondly    we 

treasure 
Old  Union  beside  the  Mohawk  vale. 

If  true  sons  are  jewels  a  mother  adorning, 
Resplendent  Alma  Mater's  brow  with  light, 

Her  children  wide  scattered  are  ev'rywhere  loyal 
To  Union,  to  our  country  and  the  right. 

'Tis   there   that   are   nurtured   both   knowledge   and 

honor, 

To  strengthen  us  for  life's  uncertain  ways, 
And  there  oft  in  mem'ry  tnose  rare  days  recalling, 
We'll  turn  our  hearts  to  sing  old  Union's  praise. 

C.  E.  FRANKLIN,  '83. 


THE    SCARLET 


Bow-Wow-Wow. 

HEN  I  first  came  down  to  Rutgers,  having  left 

my  native  plow, 
I  was  greeted  by  the  students  with  a  bow-wow-wow ! 
Lost  in  speechless  admiration,  I  could  only  make  my 

bow, 

And  quite  innocently  wonder  at  the  bow-wow-wow ! 
Verdant  buck,  I  was  struck, 
With  amazement  at  the  ever-ready  bow-wow-wow  ! 

But  when  in  the  daily  rushes  I  had  wrought  with 
sweating  brow,  • 

Then  I  knew  the  magic  meaning  of  that  bow-wow- 
wow  ! 

And  when  ardent  youthful  spirits  got  me  in  a  jolly 
row, 

Then  how  welcome  was  the  echo  of  that  bow-wow- 
wow  ! 

Welcome  yell,  breathing  ! 

And  destruction  to  each  iceman  of  the  bow-wow- 
wow  ! 

Now  it  e'er  it  be  my  fortune  to  possess  a  buxom 
frau, 

I  shall  teach  the  little  youngsters  how  to  bow-wow- 
wow  ! 

And  if  e'er  I  get  more  silver  than  my  Guv — nor  gives 
me  now, 


I 

AND    GARNET. 


I  shall  send  a  surplus  portion  where  they  bow-wow- 
wow  ! 

Yes  I  vow,  to  endow 

A  professorship  at  Rutgers    where    they    bow-wow- 
wow! 

T.  M.  CRANMER,  '82. 


THE    SCARLET 


Rah!  Rahl  Rahl 

HEN  the  silent  stars  are  gleaming 

And  the  smiling  Idol  beaming, 
And  the  "Frosh"  is  sweetly  dreaming 

Of  his  home  so  far  away ; 
Hardly  like  a  spirit  rapping, 
At  his  door  there  comes  a  tapping. 
And  he  listens,  tho'  he's  napping. 

To  this  Sophomoric  lay : 


Union,  Union,  Alma  Mater's  anthem, 

Hikah  !  Hikah  !  Hikah  !  comes  the 

chorus  from  afar, 
Filled  with  love  and  veneration, 
Let  each  coming  generation 

Shout  the  Hikah  !  Hikah  !  Hikah  ! 

And  the  Rah  !  Rah  !  Rah  ! 

While  her  garnet  flag  defending, 
And  her  name  and  fame  extending. 
Should  defeat  appear  impending 

To  her  athletes  brave  and  strong : 
Tho'  their  giant  frames  are  shaken, 
In  their  hearts  new  hopes  awaken, 
And  they  know  they're  not  forsaken, 

When  they  hear  that  welcome  song. 

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AND    GARNET. 


O'er  the  Campus  voices  ringing, 
Songs  of  love  her  sons  are  singing. 
Tender  memories  round  them  clinging. 

Days  that  never  come  again ; 
For  as  o'er  the  world  we  wander,  t   i 

We  may  sometimes  stop  and  ponder 
Why  our  hearts  beat  faster,  fonder, 

When  we  hear  that  old  refrain. 

JOSEPH  ALAN  O'NEIL,  '97. 


THE    SCARLET 


Old    Rutgers. 

s~\   SING  to  Old  Rutgers'  devotion 

O  sing  to  her  honored  name. 
Yes,  sing  to  Old  Rutgers'  devotion, 
And  let  the  world  hear  it  again. 

CHORUS. 

*     Rutgers,  Rutgers, 

Rutgers,  we  glory  in  thee, 
Rutgers,  Rutgers, 
O  Rutgers  our  college  shall  be. 

She's  stood  through  the  strife  of  the  ages, 
She's  worked  and  she's  fought  with  a  will, 

She's  loved  and  she's  honored  the  nation 
And  now  let  us  honor  her  still. 

Then  sing  to  Old  Rutgers'  devotion, 
And  give  her  the  praise  that  is  due. 

We'll  honor  and  love  her  forever, 
With  a  love  that  is  strong  and  is  true. 

B.  CUMMINGS,  '£ 


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AND    GARNET. 


Terrace  Song. 

V7"  E  Union  boys  whose  pipes  are  lit, 

Come  forth  m  merry  throng ; 
Upon  the  terrace  let  us  sit, 

And  cheer  our  souls  with  song ; 
Old  Prex  may  have  his  easy  chair — 

The  Czar  may  have  his  throne — 
Their  cushions  can  get  worse  for  wear, 

But  not  our  seat  of  stone. 

CHORUS. 

Thou  grand  old  seat  of  stone, 
Thou  jolly  seat  of  stone — 

Then  here's  to  thee,  right  merrily, 
Thou  grand  old  seat  of  stone. 

'Twas  here  the  old  Alumni  sat, 

On  balmy  nights  of  yore ; 
And  many  voices  joined  in  chat, 

Whose  music  rings  no  more ; 
From  many  a  lip  the  spirals  curled, 

And,  when  they  rolled  away, 
The  smoker  went  into  the  world, 

And  came  no  more  for  aye. 


THE    SCARLET 


SECOND  CHORUS. 

Thou  grand  old  seat  of  stone, 

Thou  jolly  seat  of  stone — 
The  changing  year  still  finds  thee  here, 

Thou  grand  old  seat  of  stone. 

And  when  we  all  shall  have  our  "dips," 

In  shining  sheets  of  tin, 
Let  no  one,  with  irreverent  lips, 

Against  thee  dare  to  sin ; 
A  cobbler's  bench — a  Congress  seat — 

May  rest  our  trotters  yet, 
But  thou,  old  Terrace,  can't  be  beat 

By  any  we  shall  get. 

THIRD    CHORUS. 

Thou  gay  old  seat  of  stone, 
Thou  dear  old  seat  of  stone, 

May  smoke  and  song  float  o'er  thee  long, 
Thou  grand  old  seat  of  stone. 

When  Doctor  Jackson  sees  his  plants 

In  bloom  a  few  times  more, 
Some  boys,  who  sport  our  altered  pants, 

Will  knock  at  Union's  door; 
And  when  the  Tutes  have  let  them  in, 

Old  Terrace,  thou  shalt  see, 
Them  sitting  where  their  dads  have  been. 

And  singing  over  thee. 


AND    GARNET. 


FOURTH  CHORUS. 


Thou  grand  old  seat  of  stone, 
Thou  dear  old  seat  of  stone, 

To  thee  shall  be  our  legacy, 
Thou  grand  old  seat  of  stone. 

F.  H.  LUDLOW,  '56. 


THE    SCARLET 


Old   Rutgers  Is  the  Stuff. 

'"PHERE  is  a  strange  expression,  which 

May  not  be  quite  au  fait, 
And  yet  it  gives  the  meaning  in 

A  mighty  telling  way. 
Whene'er  we  would,  in  giving  praise, 

Be  sure  to  say  enough, 
We  think  it  quite  sufficient  if 

We  say,  "He  is  the  .tuff!" 

CHORUS. 

The  words  are  rough, 
And  yet  they're  true  enough ; 

Come  Rutgers  men,  sing  out  again, 
Old  Rutgers  is  the  stuff. 

We  love  the  dear  old  college,  which 

Has  stood  here  since  the  flood, 
Where  books  are  read  with  interest, 

And  streets  are  red  with  mud ; 
We're  proud  of  every  building,  and 

We're  proud  of  every  Prof. ; 
We  take  them  all  in  when  we  say, 

"Old  Rutgers  is  the  stuff." 


AND    GARNET. 

There  may  be  bigger  colleges, 

There  are,  beyond  a  doubt; 
But  if  there  is  a  better  one, 

We  haven't  found  it  out ; 
The  scarlet  is  a  brighter  hue 

Than  crimson,  blue  or  buff, 
Then  "keep  the  scarlet  in  the  van," 

"Old  Rutgers  is  the  stuff." 

W.  P.  MERRILL,  '87. 


THE    SCARLET 


Union   Marching  Song. 

A   S  they  bound  the  laurel  on  the  victor's  brow, 

Sang  to  him  a  song  of  victory ; 

So,  with  greenest  laurels,  we  will  crown  thee  now, 
Sing  a  song  of  victory  to  thee. 


Union,  Union,  thine  the  song  we  sing, 

Union,  Union,  let  the  chorus  ring ; 
Wake  the  slumb'ring  echoes,  shout  the  glad  refrain, 

Cheer  for  Alma  Mater  once  again. 

Thine  the  name  we  cherish,  thine  the  fame  we  bear, 
Thine  the  gray  old  walls,  we  dearly  love ; 

And  the  grateful  mem'ry  of  our  mother's  care. 
Time  shall  not  from  loyal  hearts  remove. 

Though  of  care  and  sorrow  life  shall  have  its  fill, 

And  be  unto  us  a  desert  drear. 
Yet  thy  golden  mem'ries  thronging  round  us  still, 

Will  recall  the  smile  and  dry  the  tear. 

And  though  fame  and  fortune,  peace  and  happi- 
ness, 

All  that  life  can  give  us  ours  should  be, 
Still    our   thoughts    will    backward    turn    again    to 

bless, 
All  the  happy  days  we  knew  with  thee. 

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AND    GARNET. 


May  the  wreath  of  glory,  placed  upon  thy  brow 
By  the  hands  of  children,  ever  true ; 

May  the  song  of  gladness  that  we  sing  thee  now, 
Ever,  in  the  coming  years  be  new. 

HOMER  GREEN,  '76. 


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THE    SCARLET 


Vive  Les  Rutgers'  Sons. 

C")H,  here's  to  the  college  that  stands  on  the  hill, 

Vive  les  Rutgers'  sons ; 
She's  stood  there  for  ages,  she's  standing  there  still, 

Vive  les  Rutgers'  sons. 

CHORUS. 

Vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  1'amour, 
Vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  1'amour, 
Vive  la,  vive  la,  vive  1'amour, 
Vive  1'amour,  vive  1'amour, 

Come  drink  to  the  Faculty  frowning  or  bland, 

Vive  les  Rutgers'  sons ; 
"In  loco  parentis"  pretending  to  stand, 

Vive  les  Rutgers'  sons. 

Oh,  here's  to  the  ivy  on  old  Rutgers'  walls, 

Vive  les  Rutgers'  sons ; 
Our  heart-strings  like  ivy  shall  cling  round  her  halls, 

Vive  les  Rutgers'  sons. 


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AND    GARNET. 


The  Garnet  the  Color  We  Love. 

A     COLLEGE  man  is  ever  true 

To  Alma  mater's  fav'rite  hue, 
The  color  dearer  far  to  him. 

Than  all  on  earth  above. 
Old  Union's  sons  will  e'er  revere, 
The  emblem  that  we  hold  most  dear, 

Our  pride,  the  Garnet,  the  color  we  love. 

A  symbol  'tis  of  four  years'  life, 
Ne'er  forgot  'mid  worldly  strife, 

'Neath  noble  men  in  friendship  rare, 

And  the  delight  thereof, 
Of  work  and  pleasure  each  no  lack, 
Of  manly  sports  on  field  and  track, 

Strong  for  the  Garnet,  the  color  we  love. 

When  our  life's  sands  are  nearly  gone, 
And  hopes  and  friends  alike  we  mourn, 

Thro'  fortune's  change  of  lot  and  place, 

This  joy  stands  free  above, 
Old  Union's  walls  we  view  once  more, 
And  live  in  thought  those  glad  days  o'er, 

Seeing  the  Garnet,  the  color  we  love. 

C.  E.  FRANKLIN,  '83. 


THE    SCARLET 


Alma  Mater. 

T~\EEP  in  our  heart  of  hearts, 

Enshrined  in  love  unbroken, 
Old  Rutgers'  name  imparts, 

A  joy  by  lips  unspoken. 
The  hands  she  clasp'd  in  friendship's  grasp, 

The  hearts  she  link'd  forever, 
The  counsels  wise  she  bade  us  prize, 

Shall  part  from  memory  never. 

CHORUS. 

Thus  in  our  heart  of  hearts, 
Enshrin'd  in  love  unbroken, 

Old  Rutgers'  name  imparts 
A  joy  by  lips  unspoken. 

Throned  on  her  hillside  throne, 

The  waving  elms  above  her, 
Dearer  for  long  years  flown, 

The  queen  of  those  who  love  her. 
She  sits  to  cheer  the  warriors  dear, 

For  life's  brave  conflict  burning. 
And  crowns  with  fame  each  victor's  name, 

When  to  her  feet  returning. 

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AND    GARNET. 


Shadows  may  cross  her  way, 

The  stormy  cloud  may  lower, 
Brighter  the  coming  day, 

And  stronger  her  queenly  power. 
From  hearth  and  home  her  children  come, 

Like  pilgrims  of  old  story, 
Our  gifts  to  bring,  our  praise  to  sing 

Of  Alma  Mater's  glory. 

W.  R.  DURYEE,  '56. 


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THE    SCARLET 


Hymn  to  Union. 

/^  ALMLY  there  beside  the  Mohawk, 

Thronged  with  hopes  and  doubts  and  fears, 
She  has  sat  in  stately  splendor, 

Smiling  through  a  hundred  years. 
She,  the  mother  of  our  learning, 

Maker  of  a  stalwart  race, 
Union,  Union,  Alma  Mater, 

May  she  hold  her  honored  place. 

In  the  dim  aisles  of  her  forests 

We  have  wandered  undismayed, 
Singing  in  the  summer  breezes 

Underneath  the  elm  tree's  shade. 
We  have  seen  the  purple  shadows 

Gather  'round  her  laughing  rills, 
Watched  the  crimson  sunsets  fading 

On  the  lovely  western  hills. 

Often  on  some  balmly  evening, 

In  a  muffled  undertone 
Came  the  voices  of  her  singers, 

Seated  on  the  grand  old  stone. 
And  the  flames  have  burned  and  sparkled 

'Neath  the  heaven's  starry  blue, 
To  commemorate  the  glory 

Of  some  battle  won  for  you. 


AND    GARNET. 


Clothed  in  garments  gray  and  ancient, 

Heart  unchanged  by  Time's  decay, 
May  your  sons  uphold  your  honor, 

'Till  at  last  there  comes  a  day, 
When,  like  Phoenix,  reinvested 

With  a  better,  stronger  youth, 
You,  O  Mother,  noble  hearted, 

Shall  be  prosperous  in  truth. 

S.  B.  HOWE,  '62. 
S:  B.  HOWE,  JR.,  '03. 


THE    SCARLET 


Charter  Day  Hymn. 

S~\   GOD,  to  Whom  our  fathers  came, 

When  here  they  lit  the  glowing  flame 

To  guide  the  path  of  youth, 
They  wrought  with  Thee  to  give  success. 
To-day  their  children  praise  and  bless 

Thy  faithfulness  and  truth. 

Far  in  the  centuries  we  hear 

The  conflict  and  the  victor's  cheer 

On  Holland's  storm-swept  plain ; 
For  faith  and  freedom  heroes  fought 
And  in  a  larger  knowledge  sought 

Their  glory  and  their  gain. 

Protected  by  Thy  mighty  hand 
These  College  walls  unshaken  stand 

Which  once  such  fathers  reared ; 
By  memories  of  a  glorious  past, 
By  years  of  brightness  and  of  blast, 

To   Rutgers'   sons  endeared. 

"O  Son  of  Righteousness,  still  glow 
Upon  our  West,"  to  make  us  know 

More  of  Thy  truth  divine ; 
Here  lead  Thy  children  as  of  yore 
Enriched  with  Wisdom's  noblest  lore 

To  own  their  treasures  Thine. 

WILLIAM  RANKIN  DURYEE,  '56. 

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II. 

MEDITATIONES 


THE  SCARLET  AND  GARNET. 


Beaucaire. 

A  H !  life  with  its  tawdry  tinseled  show, 

Where  man  is  only  the  thing  he  seems, 
And  the  real  self  only  his  God  may  know, 
What  is  it  worth  by  my  land  of  dreams? 

My  dream-life  country  of  gold  and  snow, 
With  its  deep  blue  heaven  clear  low-lying. 

Where  the  soft  blush  roses  ever  blow, 
And  mild  sweet  breezes  wander  sighing. 

The  world  may  threaten  me,  harsh  and  cold, 
But  my  heart  leaps  up  as  I  hear  the  call, 

From  my  dream-life  country  of  snow  and  gold, 
Hard  by  thy  bosom's  swell  and  fall. 

The   Tar  gum. 


27 


THE    SCARLET 

Quo  Vadis. 

Q   WHITHER  leadest,  captain  of  my  heart? 

Stay  not  from  toil,  nor  battle's  grim  array, 
Content  I  follow,  with  thy  manly  form 
To  lead  the  way. 

I  draw  not  back,  no  terror  fills  my  breast, 
To  hear  the  death-shell  screaming  through  the  air, 
Or  feel  the  cannon's  scorching  breath  of  flame, 
When  thou  art  there. 

I  follow  where  the  forest  whispers  "Peace!" 
Where  stillness  reigns,  and  signs  of  war  are  not. 
Save  tingling  nerve,  alert  for  sudden  blade 
And  pistol  shot. 

Or  leadest  thou  through  endless  stormy  wastes — 
O'erhead  the  unpitying  sun,  beneath  our  feet 
The  hard  unpitying  ground,  around  us,  Death 
From  thirst  and  heat? 

Or  shall  we  march  across  the  icy  hills, 
And  hear  the  wind-god  shriek  his  dread  refrain, 
Or,  breathing  low,  invite  to  long  repose 
With  siren  strain? 

O  whither  leadest,  captain  of  my  life? 
All  is  not  toil  and  pain;  the  end  I  see, 
Beyond  it  all,  one  last  triumphant  charge — 
And  victory. 

CHAS.  C.  BALLARD,  '99. 

The  Parthenon. 

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AND    GARNET. 


Across  the  Salt  and  Silent  Sea. 

A  CROSS  the  salt  and  silent  sea 

Move  currents  mysterious  in  their  flow, 
Linking  with  lands  of  lingering  snow 
Those  dawn-uplifted  isles,  where  blow 
The  date  tree  and  the  fronded  palm, 
And  breaks  upon  their  slumb'rous  calm 
The  splendid  sun  in  majesty 
Across  the  salt  and  silent  sea.         * 

I  pace  the  sands  of  Time's  dim  sea — 
Unfathomed  deep  of  vanished  years, 
Unmeasured  mere  of  hopes  and  fears, 
Whose  waves  are  black  with  human  tears. 
I  pace  the  sands — and  thoughts  run  fast 
Between  what  is  and  what  is  past ; 
Pain,  passion,  pride,  are  borne  to  me, 
Love,  hate,  regret,  flow  swift  and  free 
Back  on  the  currents  of  memory. 

J.  W.  THOMPSON,  '92. 
The  Targum. 


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THE    SCARLET 


Gladstone. 

/"^     CUNNING  hand !  whose  skill  to  order  brought 
The  thousand-fold  entanglements  of  state ; 
O,  brain  of  power !  that  ne'er  found  task  too  great, 
Nor  lost  itself  in  mists  of  obstruse  thought. 

O,  stainless  soul!  whose  radiant  living  light 
Revived  in  England's  heart  the  lily  flower, 
'Till  she  grew  noble  in  the  strife  for  power, 
And  held  her  honor  dearer  than  her  might. 

O,  loving  heart !  that  felt  each  throb  of  pain, 
Each  helpless,  silent  sorrow  of  the  lowly ; 
Fulfilled  in  serving  them  its  mission  holy, 
And  found  in  their  relief  its  highest  gain. 

CHAS.  C.  BALLARD,  '99. 

The  Parthenon. 


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AND    GARNET. 


The  Dying  Pilot. 

HP  HERE'S  a  mist  upon  the  river,  Captain, 

That  was  gathering  all  the  day, 
And  now  it  has  so  thickly  settled 

That  I  cannot  see  the  way. 
But  the  water  is  before  us,  Captain, 

Though  the  mist  may  be  around, 
For  I  hear  its  ceaseless  movement 

In  its  dashing,  splashing  sound. 

There's  a  mist  upon  the  river,  Captain, 

And  it  hides  the  distant  light 
That  so  often  lit  the  waters 

Upon  many  a  starless  night. 
I  am  peering  through  the  darkness,  Captain, 

But  there's  nothing  I  can  see, 
For  a  long  time  I've  been  looking, 

But  all  is  dark  to  me. 

There's  a  mist  upon  the  river,  Captain, 

I  will  anchor  here,  near  shore, 
Until  the  mist  is  lifted, 

And  the  day  appears  once  more. 
For  the  last  time  I  have  steered  her.  Captain, 

For  the  last  time  stopped  the  ship, 
I  am  waiting  for  the  daylight, 

And  will  finish  then  the  trip. 

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THE    SCARLET 


There's  a  mist  upon  the  river,  Captain, 

And  'tis  growing  deep  and  dark, 
And  it  enters  now  the  cabin, 

And  it  even  hides — But  hark ! 
Has  the  water  ceased  its  splashing,  Captain? 

Is  its  restless  heaving  o'er? 
For  it  moves  the  ship  no  longer, 

And  I  hear  its  sound  no  more. 

The  mist  is  lifting,  Captain,  lifting, 

And  its  shadows  disappear, 
Far  away  I  see  the  daylight, 

Every  moment  drawing  near. 
I  am  on  another  river,  Captain, 

Where  it  never  more  grows  dark, 
And  the  ship  sails  on  forever, 

And  another  steers  the  bark. 

J.  M.  M. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Friend. 

VX7HEN   by   His   will,    Who   marks   the   sparrow's 

fall, 

Earth's  riches  leave  and  Tribulation's  pall 
In  its  dark  folds  envelops  Hope  and  Joy, 
When  worldly  honors  fade  and  pleasures  cloy, 
Praise  Him,  Whose  wondrous  mercy  ne'er  will  fail, 
Who  knoweth  we  are  dust,  remembereth  we  are  frail ; 
Praise  Him,  I  say,  Who  to  our  hearts  doth  send, 
That  sharer  of  our  lives  we  call  a  friend. 

C. 
The  Parthenon. 


,  33 

(4) 


THE    SCARLET 


Friendship. 

r\  H,  friendship !  be  thou  as  the  woodland  stream, 
With  silent  current  ever  flowing  strong, 
Yet  not  too  swift  to  gently  bear  along 
Deep  down  beneath  the  surface's  pleasant  gleam, 
A  'soft-hued  picture  of  the  passing  dream, 

Which    we   call    life ;    and   blend   the   hurrying 

throng, 

That  presses  from  all  sides,  so  that  the  wrong 
But  as  a  background  to  the  right  may  seem. 
Shed  'round  alluring  beams  of  heavenly  light 

Caught,  like  the  planets,  from  some  source  divine; 
Of  love  feel  proud  to  be  a  satellite, 

And  her  consuming,  flashing  flames  confine 

To  flood  them  o'er  what  seems  a  void  of  gloom, 
And  bring  forth  treasures  thou  wilt  ne'er  con- 
sume. 

PAUL. 
The  Tar g  11  in. 


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AND    GARNET. 


A  Dream. 

A     SONG  triumphant,  sweet  and  clear, 

An  echo  of  the  past,  I  hear ; 
It  haunts  my  brain,  its  magic  spell 
My  soul  enrapts ;  no  tongue  can  tell 
What  mem'ries  of  the  far-off  past 
Come  back  to  me. 

Long  cherished  hopes  fulfilled  at  last, 
Forgotten  dreams  of  childhood  days ; 
Forgotten  friends  in  friendship's  maze ; 
Forgotten  joys,  forgotten  fears, 
Across  the  swelling  tide  of  years, 
Come  back  to  me. 

A.  H.  HINMAN,  '02. 
The  Garnet. 


35 


THE    SCARLET 


Solitude. 

O  OME  say  'tis  sad  to  be  alone, 

Oh,  give  me  that  sweet  sadness  then; 
When  nature  casts  a  dusky  tone 

O'er  twilight  scenes  of  glade  and  glen 
And  I  can  dream  of  things  not  known. 

'Tis  then  at  memory's  drowsy  call 

Fond  scenes  and  friends  enthrall  the  place ; 

Success,  defeat,  ambition's  fall 
And  shame  meet  one  now  face  to  face 

And  yet  man  longs  to  see  them  all. 

Beyond  the  horizon's  'circling  haze, 

What  can  we  hope,  what  must  we  fear? 
And  so  through  doubting  hopes  we  gaze, 

While  time  is  ever  bringing  near 
Full  knowledge  of  those  longed  for  days. 

PAUL. 
The  Targuin. 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Spectres  of  the  Past. 

"HpIS  not  the  hollow  eye  nor  ghostly  form 

Of  friends  long  dead  that  haunt  the  troubled 

brain ; 

'Tis  not  the  piercing  shriek  of  battle's  storm, 
That  echoes  from  the  plains  of  youth  again. 

The  spectres  that  we  see  in  deep  remorse 
And  fear  that  life  is  tottering  to  its  fall, 

Are  those  of  deeds  misdone  within  the  course 
Of  days,  which  shade  the  sun  with  gloomy  pall. 

The  loving  hands  we  bruised  as  they  embraced, 
The  gentle  voice  we  scoffed  in  angry  tone, 

The  kindly,  acts  so  roughly  we  debased. 
The  parent  right  so  oft  we  did  dethrone. 

These  all  are  spectres  of  our  later  life, 

The  phantoms  that  cast  darkness  in  the  way, 
The  cup  of  sorrow  for  the  weary  strife, 

The  blighted  hope  to  crown  the  closing  day, 

JOHN  McNAB,  '01. 
The  Concordiensis. 


37 


THE    SCARLET 


After  the  Storm. 

T   GAZED  on  the  wild  waters  dashing. 

The  clouds  that  were  low'ring  o'erhead, 
The  vivid  lightning  that  was  flashing, 
And  my  soul  within  me  seemed  dead. 

My  life  like  the  river  was  flowing 

To  ruin  on  the  rocks  below. 
And  my  hopes  like  the  black  clouds  blowing 

Across  the  leaden  sky  so  slow. 

But  beyond,  the  water  was  lying 
So  still  without  ripple  or  moan ; 

Soon  the  wind  the  tears  fast  was  drying 
From  the  face  of  the  sun  which  shone. 

Tlie  Tar  gum 


AND    GARNET. 


Opportunity. 

HATEVER  thy  place  in  life  may  be— 

If  thou  shouldst  seek  to  rise, 
Grasp  well  the  opportunity 
That  nearest  to  thee  lies. 

Just  as  the  tender  vine  doth  grow 

And  ever  toward  the  sun 
Doth  hold  its  course — by  slow  degrees, 
Thy  noblest  height  is  won. 

P.  P.  S.,  '98. 
The  Concordiensis. 


39 


THE    SCARLET 


The  Lesser  Poet. 

A  S  one  who  wandering  idly  through  the  mine, 

Findeth  the  gem  the  miner  vainly  sought, 
So,  though  no  master  workman  wrought  this  line, 
Thou'st     placed     therein     a     priceless     jewel     of 
thought. 

The  Tar  gum. 


AND    GARNET. 


To  Omar  the  Tentmaker. 

C  O  this  our  World's  "a  Caravanserai 

Whose  portals  are  alternate  Day  and  Night 
Wherein  some  Soul  checked  in  his  Heaven  flight. 

Abides  his  destined  hour  and  goes  his  way." 

And  therefore.  O  Tentmaker,  thou  wouldst  say, 

"Eat,  Drink,  be  Merry,  Taste  the  world's  delight. 
Banish  all  worrying  visions  from  the  sight 

And  live  as  best  may  be,  each  fleeting  day." 

Such  Tent  is  well  enough  in  pleasant  times 

When  Roses  bloom  about  us  as  we  sit 
Beside  our  jug  of  wine,  on  Book  of  Rhymes, 
But  when  the  storm  comes  on  us  hard  and  fast 

Will  not  the  Tent  ropes  snap,  the  covering  split 
And  leave  us  naked  in  the  killing  blast? 

L.  * 
The  Parthenon. 


THE    SCARLET 


A  Common  Thought. 

j   GAZED  into  the  blue  sky's  vaulted  deep, 

From  east  to  west,  from  pole  to  pole  surveyed 
This  hollow,  boundless  sphere,  where  worlds  upstaid 
By  powers  unseen  their  wonted  courses  keep. 
Let  fancy  fly  beyond  the  farthest  bourne 
By  science  spanned,  all  hopeless  she  returned 
I  pondered  upon  this  earth  that  floats  serene 
Among  her  sister  spheres,  and  here  the  mark 
That  bounds  man's  utmost  ken,  is  on  the  dark, 
Dim  verge  of  mysteries  unknown,  unseen  ; 
The  circle  of  the  known  e'er  wider  grows, 
The  limit  none  can  find,  no  power  disclose. 
Then  to  this  human,  God-like  race  I  turned, 
That  with  an  eager,  wild,  impetuous  zeal — 
Unthinking  all,  be  it  for  woe  or  weal, 
Fast  presses  onward,  but  no  end  discerned ; 
Age  follows  age  and  dips  its  wings  in  night. 
For  man  the  present  is,  is  infinite. 
There  is  a  never-ending  spirit  life, 
O'er-ruled  by  never-ending  spirit  love, 
In  an  eternal  city  ruled  above 
And  far  removed  from  care  of  earth  and  strife ; 
Thus  universe  and  man  and  spirit-mind, 
The  thought  of  God  unites — the  cause  divine. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Chaperone. 

A   MID  the  glamour  dazzling  bright, 

The  rythmic  rush  of  feet  in  flight, 
Timed  by  a  waltz's  mad  delight, 

She  sits  alone,  poor  chaperone, 
Quite  all  alone,  poor  chaperone. 

And  as  she  looks  and  listens  there, 
She  half  forgets  her  silvered  hair, 
And  dreams  of  when  she  .too  was  fair, 

Of  hours,  alas,  my  chaperone, 
Now  flown,  long  flown,  sweet  chaperone. 

And  clearly  now  her  mournful  eyes 
Through  gathering  mists,  a  form  descries 
Of  one,  who  in  the  churchyard  lies, 

Awaiting  her,  and  her  alone, 
Sweet  chaperone,  sad  chaperone. 

P.  P.  S.,  '98. 
The  Parthenon. 


THE    SCARLET 


The  Dreamer. 

T    SIT  and  dream,  the  hours  through, 
Of  all  the  things  I'm  going  to  do ; 
But  when  the  day  its  length  has  run, 
I  find  the  work  is  never  done. 

I  build  high  castles  in  the  air, 
And  winged  fancy  hovers  there ; 
But  fragile  structures  cannot  stand, 
They  fall,  like  houses  on  the  sand. 

And  yet  I  dream,  in  fancy  free 
I  wait  for  fame  to  come  to  me ; 
While  time  is  fleeting,  one  by  one 
My  opportunities  are  gone. 

The  years  are  swiftly  passing  by, 
Earth's  growing  old,  and  so  am  I ; 
I'm  dreaming  yet,  but — hope  is  gone — 
Of  all  the  things  I  might  have  done. 

G.  C.  ROWELL,  '99. 
The  Parthenon. 


44 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Present. 

A  S  travellers  journey  through  a  mountain  land, 

Or  wander  woodlands,  or  by  winding  stream. 
Beneatli  the  glowing  sun  or  moon's  cold  beam, 

And  at  some  'trancing  view-point  take  their  stand, 

The  distant  scene  is  eloquent  and  grand ; 
So,  too,  the  clods  beneath  their  feet  which  seem 
To  them  so  barren,  are  a  noble  theme — 

When  seen  from  yonder  hill — for  artist's  hand. 

Thus  as  we  wander  down  life's  winding  stream, 
The  Present  is  the  view-point  whence  we  scan 
The  Future  with  its  border-land  of  dream, 

The  Past  half-veiled  through  Memory's  mazy  span, 
We  fail  to  see  the  present  is  supreme. 

And  has  been  since  the  flight  of  time  began. 

J.  B.  T.,  '92. 
The  Targum. 


45 


THE    SCARLET 


Contentment. 

T   FEEL  content,  when  the  clouds  are  rent, 

And  the  sun  casts  forth  his  ray ; 
And  the  glistening  gleam  on  the  gliding  stream 
Reigns'  through  the  summer  day. 

I  feel  content,  when,  with  all  I've  spent, 

I  have  much  and  still  to  spare ; 
For  a  pocket  deep,  with  its  jingling  heap, 

Is  a  boon  beyond  compare. 

I  feel  content,  when  my  love  has  sent 

Me  a  promise — true  to  be ; 
For  my  heart  is  calm,  when  fair  Cupid's  balm 

Is  aught  of  peace  for  me. 

I  feel  content,  when  the  "term"  has  spent 

Its  days  of  heavy  "grind"  ; 
When  exams,  are  o'er,  and  I  homeward  soar, 

My  dearest  friends  to  find. 

Yet  of  all  contents,  through  experience, 

The  best  is — these  old  gray  walls, 
When  vacation's  o'er,  to  salute  once  more 
These  dear  old  classic  halls. 

J.  INGLER. 
The  Garnet. 


AND    GARNET. 


Ancilla    Domini. 

"1117  HY  shouldst  thou  heed  the  common  sorrow, 
Sweet, 

Of  those  who  slave  beneath  us  out  of  sight  ? 

Hast  thou  not  delicate  and  rare  delight 
In  all  the  pleasures  that  for  thee  are  meet? 

''What  matters  it  to  thee  that  poor  men  eat 

The  bitter  bread  of  tears,  or  that  the  might 
Of  strong  oppressors  robs  them  of  their  right? 

Needs  must  that  clods  be  trodden  under  feet !" 

"Ah,  how  can  I  enjoy  those  dainties  more, 

Knowing  too  well  the  darkness  whence  they  come, 
And  seeing  that  my  brethren  suffer  so? 

"The  burthen  of  their  sorrow  grieves  me  sore, 
Nor  dare  I  longer  stand  consenting,  dumb ; 
Their  voices  call  me :  in  God's  name  I  go !" 

W.  H.  VAN  A. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 


47 


THE    SCARLET 


Ideals. 

A  LAS,  the  lyre  is  broken, 
All  the  music  fled  away, 
Each  silver  string,  that  used  to  sing 
A  joyous  roundelay, 
Now  but  an  empty  token 
Of  the  song  no  power  could  stay. 

Yet  yield  thee  not  to  sorrow, 
Lift  those  lovely  eyes  forlorn, 
And  if  it  seems,  thy  golden  dreams 
Can  ne'er  outlive  the  morn, 
Still  trust  the  dim  to-morrow 
Holds  yet  fairer  dreams  unborn. 

For  oft  the  lyre  that's  mended 
Like  a  heart  subdued  by  pain, 
Will  strike  a  tone,  before  unknown, 
That  it  would  ne'er  attain, 
Without  some  sorrow  blended 
In  the  laugh  of  its  refrain. 

P.  P.  S..  '98. 

The  Parthenon. 


48 


AND    GARNET. 


Amico. 

HP  HE  howling  tempest  rages  wild  around. 

The  seething  billows  surge  and  madly  roar. 
Beneath  our  frail  bark  rocks  and  shoals  abound, 

Our  eyes  but  dimly  see  the  distant  shore. 
The  course  of  life  is  as  a  stormy  sea, 

Swept  by  fierce  gales  and  rudely  tempest-tossed, 
But  when  thou,  dearest  friend  art  there  with  me, 

Its  woes,  its  fears  and  terrors  all  are  lost. 
Still  onward  through  the  misty  pall  of  night 

Speeds  our  swift  ship,  as  by  the  prow  we  stand, 
And  seek  with  straining  eyes  a  ray  of  light, 

Awaiting  what  befalls  us  hand  in  hand, 
Till  morning  dawns.     The  harbor  reached  at  last, 

We  furl  our  sails,  the  voyage  of  life  is  past. 

The  Tar  gum. 


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THE  SCARLET 


Handsome  Is  That  Handsome  Does. 

"~PIS  sad,  you  say, 

For  a  man  of  years 
To  lose  his  house  and  home ; 
With  family  then  to  be  turned  adrift 
And  no  place  to  homeward  come. 

We  grant  'tis  so 

And  do  not  deny 

But  that  it  verily  is ; 

But  what  of  the  man  by  nature  endowed 

With  a  terribly  homely  "phiz?" 

The  one  by  dint  of  earnest  toil 

His  competence  can  regain — 

The  other  through  life  must  stoically  go, 

For  to  murmur  would  be  sin. 

Then  pity  the  lot  of  the  homely  man, 
Remember  'tis  riot  his  fault 
If  his  face  does  not  charm  you,  then  look  again 
He  may  have  a  hero's  heart. 

M. 
The  Targum. 


AND    GARNET. 


Today. 

C  O  here  hath  been  dawning 

Another  blue  Day; 
Think,  wilt  thou  let  it 
Slip  useless  away? 

Out  of  Eternity 

This  new  Day  is  born ; 
Into  Eternity, 

At  night,  will  return. 
Behold  it  afore  time 

No  eye  ever  did; 
So  soon  it  forever 
From  all  eyes  is  hid. 

Here  hath  been  dawning 

Another  blue  Day ; 
Think,  wilt  thou  let  it 
Slip  useless  away? 
The  Parthenon. 


THE    SCARLET 


To  a  Cigarette. 

«T   IFE'S  but  a  dream  adroitly  rolled, 
And  Time's  the  wasting  breath, 
That  late  or  early  we  must  behold, 

Gives  all  to  dusty  death. 
And  what  is  he  who  smokes  thee  now  ? 

A  little  moving  heap, 
That  soon  like  thee,  to  fate  must  bow, 

With  thee  in  death  must  sleep." 

"Friend  of  my  youth,  companion  of  my  later  days. 
What  need  my  muse' to  sing  thy  various  praise? 
In  country  or  in  town,  on  land  or  sea, 
The  weed  is  still  delightful  company. 
In  joy  or  sorrow,  grief  or  racking  pain, 
We  fly  to  thee  for  solace  once  again ; 
Delicious  plant,  by  all  the  world  consumed, 
'Tis  pity  thou,  like  man,  to  ashes  too  art  doomed." 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Cigar's  Aroma. 

T   WONDER  is  it  the  moonlight, 

With  its  beams  so  wondrous  fair, 
And  the  almost  blissful  stillness, 
That  drive  from  my  soul  the  care? 

Can  it  be  the  scents  of  roses, 

Which  rise  on  the  evening  air, 
That  make  me  torget  the  present 

And  think  of  things  that  were? 

Is  it  the  gleaming  brightness, 

Of  the  moonbeams  on  the  sea, 
That  awakens  old  thoughts  and  old  fancies ; 

Past  pleasures  enjoyed  by  me? 

Or  is  it  the  sound  of  the  music, 
Pealed  out  from  the  organ's  heart, 

That  bids  me  look  higher  and  higher, 
From  the  vice  of  the  world  apart? 

No,  'tis  not  the  odor  of  flowers, 

Nor  the  moonlight  gleaming  afar ; 
'Tis  not  the  soft  strains  of  music, 
But  the  scent  of  my  soothing  cigar. 

ARTHUR  G.  PICKENS,  '03. 

The  Concordiensis. 


53 


THE    SCARLET 


To  My  Pipe. 

npHOU  altar  where  I  incense  burn, 

To  the  goddess  in  return 
For  solace  when  perplexed  in  mind, 
May  she  thus  be  ever  kind ! 
Thou  censer  with  thy  rare  perfume 
Swinging  in  my  lonely  room, 
In  the  'silent  hours  of  night 
May  thy  fires  be  ever  bright ! 
My  only  idol  thou,  my  sweet, 
Tho'  carved  of  wood  and  stone,  'tis  meet 
To  sing  thy  praise  without  end, 
My  love,  my  joy,  my  constant  friend. 

R.  W.  L. 
The  Tar  gum. 


54 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Bachelor's  Pipe. 

C")H  Blackened  Solace  of  my  leisure  hour, 

How  oft  with  thee  I've  dreamed  old  time  away ; 
How  oft  with  fancies  vague  of  things  unseen, 
I've  fled  with  thee  in  reveries'  realm  to  stray. 

Thou  art  a  friend,  Old  Pipe,  a  friend  of  friends, 
Though  other  friends  have  often  brought  me  pain, 

Yet,  thou  has  ever  been  the  same  to  me, 
And  to  thee  I  have  never  turned  in  vain. 

There  is  an  interest  in  thy  sooty  bowl, 
There  is  a  joy  in  thine  attachment  rare, 

A  wealth  of  memories  sweet  enthralling  thee, 
A  voice  that  bids  me  banish  every  care. 

And  oft  when  falls  the  gentle  twilight  down, 

To  soothe  the  weary  world  with  soft  caress, 
Then  thou  and  I  how  we  have  planned  and  dreamed, 
Forgetting  every  ill  that  did  oppress. 

EDWIN  VALE,  '95. 

The  Garnet. 


55 


THE    SCARLET 


Thoughts. 


T    LOVE  the  beautiful  in  every  flower, 

That  lends  its  perfume  to  the  summer  breeze ; 
In  ev'ry  grassy  nook  and  leafy  bower, 

And  fleecy  curl  high-poised  o'er  dimpled  seas. 
I  love  to  watch  the  gates  of  golden  light, 

Close  on  the  fleeing  day  resplendent  bars ; 
And  wait  till  twilight  pass,  and  purple  night 
Reveal  th'  eternal  radiance  of  the  stars — 
I  love  the  beautiful. 


I  love  to  gaze  on  Nature's  countenance, 

Divine  the  secrets  hidden  in  her  breast ; 
To  scan  the  surging  vastness  of  that  tide 

That  ebbs  and  flows  through  Cosmos  without  rest. 
1  love  to  trace  the  fiery  comet's  path, 

Learn  all  his  flying  course,  and  whence  he  came  ; 
Or  watch  the  sap  flow  in  the  tender  blade 

From  hidden  power,  in  leaf  and  star  the  same — 
I  love  the  truth. 

56 


AND    GARNET. 


I  love  to  see  the  helpless,  blinded  soul, 

When  through  the  engulfing  darkness  gleams  no 

light, 

Reach  out  with  groping  hands  to  find  his  God, 
In  simple  faith,  and  touch  the  Infinite — 

For  this  is  truth. 
I  love  to  mark  the  weary  roughened  hands, 

Worn  by  their  willing  toil  for  others'  needs ; 
And  kindly  furrowed  faces,  where  the  soul 
Shines  with  the  radiance  of  unselfish  deeds—- 
For these  are  beautiful. 

C.  C.  B.,  '98. 
The  Parthenon. 


57 


III. 

NATURA 


THE  SCARLET  AND  GARNET. 


Nature. 

TDENEATH  a  shady  forest  tree 

In  peace  I  rest ;  a  life  so  free, 
So  free  from  all  its  cares 
Springs  up  before  me,  unawares, 
I  start ;  above,  about,  I  look ; 
Before  me  runs  the  rippling  brook, 
Above  me  flit  from  tree  to  tree 
The  birds,  whose  endless  minstrelsy 
Impart  a  meaning  understood ; 
The  Lord,  Who  giveth  all,  how  good. 

A.  H.  HINMAN,  '02. 
The  Concordiensis. 


61 


A  Southern  Spring. 


i. 


'"P  HE  zephyrs  whisper  through  the  towering  pines, 
The  babbling  brook  flows  noisily  thro'  the  fen, 
The  stags,  together  with  their  gentle  hinds, 
Seek  solitude,  far  from  the  haunts  of  men. 


The  giant  live  oaks  lift  their  verdant  heads, 

The  jas'mines  ope  their  heavenly  scented  flowers, 

The   wild   duck   thro'    the   marsh   her  young   brood 

leads, 
Wistaria  clothes  the  wood  with  purple  bowers. 

in. 

From  the  tree-tops  warblers  tell  their  story, 
The  mocking  bird  his  varied  praises  sings, 

Roses  bloom  in  all  their  gorgeous  glory, 
And  all  the  world  with  joyous  voices  rings. 


The  'gators  sun  themselves  in  hidden  nooks, 

From  thickets  comes  the  squirrel's  call. 
Wild  violets  bloom  beside  the  purling  brook, 
And  nature  is  in  harmony  with  all. 

"A  REBEL." 
The  Garnet. 


AND    GARNET. 


When  the  Days  Grow  Long. 

HP  HE  wind  blew  cold  in  the  lifeless  trees, 

All  veiled  in  a  mist  of  falling  snow; 
The  fields  were  bare,  and  the  sky  o'ercast, 
For  sunshine  and  flowers  are  quick  to  go. 

But    I    knew    that    the    trees,    with    their    whitened 
boughs, 

Would  soon  shine  out  in  living  green ; 
And  I  laughed  to  think  of  the  goddess  fair, 

Who  was  hiding  herself  with  a  snow-flake  screen. 

"For  soon,"  I  said,  "she  will  smile  on  me" — 

(Beautiful  spring — she  is  always  good)  ; 
I  shall  be  happy,  and  smile  on  her 
When  trilling  and  fragrance  fill  the  wood. 

GERNEAUX. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 


THE    SCARLET 


A  Winter's  Day. 

oEE  the  snowflakes  softly  falling, 

Floating  from  the  sombre  clouds; 
Hear  the  snow-birds  faintly  calling 
From  their  bowers  draped  in  shrouds. 


Hark  !  the  winter  wind  is  sighing 

Through  the  forest,  over  field ; 
As  old  nature,  slowly  dying, 

Trembles  'neath  her  whitened  shield. 

Lo !  behold  the  sun  is  beaming, 

As  a  jewel  hid,  now  seen, 
Scatters  from  its  centre  streaming 

Rays  prismatic,  dazzling  sheen. 

From  each  gilded  spire  gleaming. 

Darts  a  stream  of  light  divine, 
With  its  wondrous  beauty,  seeming 

Through  eternal  space  to  shine. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


64 


AND    GARNET. 


Summer's  Prime. 

T  N  the  days  of  summer's  prime, 
Oh !  the  ever  broadening  joys, 
Ever-welling,  deep,  sublime; 
Far  beyond  all  earth's  alloys. 

The  joy  to  feel  the  spirit  soar 

Aloft,  to  fathom  space  profound ; 
To  hear  the  rushing  waters  roar. 

With  their  cool  refreshing  sound. 

To  walk  through  the  meadows,  bright  gleaming, 

To  repose  on  the  soft,  yielding  turf ; 
To  wander  from  morn  until  evening, 

O'er  the  shining  sands,  kissed  by  the  surf- 
To  bathe  in  a  stream's  living  waters, 

At  noon-day  when  fair  nature  sleeps 
Forgetful  of  life's  weary  matters, 

To  dream  in  the  glade  where  it  sweeps. 

In  the  tranquil  peace  of  evening 

Upward  to  direct  the  gaze ; 
Myriad  hosts  of  stars  perceiving, 

Emblems  of  eternal  days. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


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THE    SCARLET 


Rondeau. 

T  N  leafy  June  the  moments  fly 

Like  wind-swept  clouds  across  the  sky, 
All  nature  breathes  a  rare  perfume. 
And  hums  an  idle,  winning  tune 
That  echoes,  back  with  just  a  sigh. 

The  parting  comes,  and  far  and  nigh 
Is  murmured  low,  the  word — good-bye, 
That  comes,  alas,  but  all  too  sopn 
In  leafy  June. 

The  ships  of  life  go  flitting  by, 
And  in  their  waving  pennants  lie 
The  world's  allurements ;  but  the  noon 
Of  life  is  here,  and  here  its  boon. 
In  leafy  June. 

WILLIAM  ALLEN  JOHNSTON,  '97. 

The  Parthenon. 


66 


AND    GARNET. 


Moonlight  on  the  Mohawk. 

A     FLOOD  of  glory,  wierd  and  white, 

Hath  covered  all  the  leaves ; 
And  through  their  shade  the  ghostly  light, 
In  shafts  of  silver,  cleaves. 


The  silent  ripples  on  the  strand 

Reflect  the  silver  light ; 
With  gleaming  spears  the  rushes  stand, 

Like  sentinels  of  night. 

The  lapping  stream  I  knew  so  well, 

And  rock  and  grass  and  tree, 
Are  changed,  as  with  a  lovely  spell 

Of  cunning  witchery. 

The  Garnet. 


THE    SCARLET 


To  Glen  Onoko. 

"C*  AR  away  'mid  mountains  lofty 
Issues  forth  a  silvery  stream, 
Flowing  in  its  course  so  softly, 
Life  before  it  seems  a  dream. 

Now  a  watchful  eye  in  heaven 
Sees  the  stream  in  time  of  need, 

Falling  rain-drops  form  the  leaven, 
Swell  the  stream  and  give  it  speed. 

On  it  flows 'with  rapid  motion 

Over  rugged  rocks  and  steep, 
Ever  seeks  the  far-off  ocean, 

Rushing  through  a  channel  deep. 

For  long  years  the  stream  has  bounded 

Into  crag  and  moor  and  fen, 

And  abroad  the  praise  is  sounded 

Of  Onoko's  far-famed  Glen. 

F.  B.  S. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 


68 


AND    GARNET. 


Trailing  Arbutus. 

"DENEATH  the  yellow  autumn  leaves, 

Now  touched  with  damp  decay, 
By  melting  snows  of  early  spring 
And  fertile  rains  all  day, 

The  trailing  arbutus  extends 

Its  tendrils  o'er  the  ground, 
And  hidden  from  the  chilly  air 

Diffuses  nectar  'round. 

The  waxen  petals  pink,  above 

The  ragged  mantle  peeping, 
Now  here  and  there,  alone  reveal 

Where  arbutus  is  creeping. 

O  Arbutus !  Thy  perfume  rare 

And  tiny  pink-white  flowers 
Bewitch  the  nose,  and  tempt  the  eye 

To  search  for  thee  for  hours. 

And  'neath  thy  leafy  coverlet, 

An  adage  is  revealed ; 
Beneath  a  rough  exterior, 
Oft'  sweetness  lies  concealed. 

GEO.  CLARENCE  ROWELL,  '99. 

The  Parthenon. 


69 


THE    SCARLET 


Anemones. 

T  T  UDDLED  closely  in  a  sheltered  nook, 

Listening  to  the  prattle  of  a  brook, 
As  they  peeped  from  out  their  leafy  bed. 
Each  one  bending  low  a  bashful  head 
To  the  greeting  of  the  ev'ning  breeze. 
Stood  the  blithest,  wee  anemones. 

As  the  sun  kissed  them  a  fond  good-night, 
Some  more  bold  looked  up  with  air  so  bright, 
Smiled  at  me  with  maiden  modesty. 
Blushed,  then'  tossed  their  heads  so  prettily, 
That  I  really  thought  the  little  things 
Purest,   sweetest  of   Spring's  offerings. 

When  we  see  how  Nature  takes  delight 
In  revealing  fancies  pure  and  bright, 
Let  her  sermons  of  a  truth  remind, 
That  alone  we  happiness  can  find 
When  our  lives  with  purity  replete. 
Are  as  chaste  as  flowers  at  our  feet. 

P.  W.  G. 
The  'Scarlet  Letter. 


70 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Silent  Visitor. 

T)ENEATH  a  shady  elm  one  summer's  day, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

Beside  the  sounding  brook's  entrancing  play, 
A  blessing  of  the  blest. 

And  as  I  homage  gave  to  reverie's  muse, 

A  visitor  appeared, 
And  sought  repose  nearby,  free  from  the  foes 

Of  joy — morose  and  wierd. 

She  was  a  silent  visitor,  and  yet 

Her  tasteful  dress  did  shine 
With  beauty  rare,  and  like  a  jewel  set — 

The  choicest  of  the  mine. 

I  thought  me  of  the  silence  she  maintained, 

Despite  the  joy  possessed 
Of  beauty,  and  are  mortals  so  inclined. 

Silent,  with  beauty  blest? 

Nay,  'tis  too  true  that  vanity's  fair  shrine 

Is  sought  by  steady  flanks 
Of  worshippers,  who  think  to  far  outshine 

Their  neighbors  in  the  ranks. 

71 


THE    SCARLET 


I  looked  to  my  fair  visitor  to  see 

If  I  were  yet  alone ; 

But  on  a  breeze  that  waved  the  old  elm  tree. 
The  butterfly  was  gone. 

JOHN  McNAB,  'or. 
The  Concordiensis. 


IV. 
AMOR 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Psalm  of  Love. 

OWEETHEART,  as  days  speed  on  to  years. 

With  ever-hastening  morrow, 
Life  will  demand  my  tribute  tears, 
Claim  heart-room  for  its  sorrow. 

But  though  of  pain  a  double  part 
My  fainting  limbs  should  feel; 

Though  tyrant  Grief  should  bind  my  heart 
As  with  a  chain  of  steel. 

For  thee  I'd  look  Life  in  the  face. 

Still  smiling  in  the  gazing, 
For  thee  still  keep  my  wonted  place, 

And  work  'till  eyes  be  glazing. 

And  though  this  temple  of  my  art 

Should  crumble  and  decay, 
And,  stone  by  stone,  each  cherished  part 

Stern  Time  should  take  away; 

Love's  altar  still  would  claim  my  powers. 

And.  at  its  hallowed  shrine, 
To  thee  I'd  pledge  again  my  hours, 

And  toil  would  be  diving. 


73 


THE    SCARLET 


I  live  for  thee !  O  let  the  truth 

My  every  thought  employ, 
Through  sorrow's  pain,  or  failure's  ruth. 
My  deep  abiding  joy. 

CHAS.  C.  BALLARD,  '99. 

The  Parthenon. 


74 


AND    GARNET. 


Meditation. 

VK7  HAT  turns  my  gaze  from  the  gaudy  show 

Of  wealth  and  beauty  in  the  pit  below, 
To  this  fair  form  in  the  box  with  me, 
Why  care  I  not  the  play  to  see? 

As  well  may  I  ask  of  Nature's  soul, 

What  draws  the  needle  to  the  pole? 

For  our  thoughts  like,  the  needle's  action, 

Settle  always  in  line  with  the  greatest  attraction. 

Grace  of  form  and  graceful  movement, 

Pleasant  smile  and  winning  eye ! 
How  they  charm  me  at  this  moment, 

Though  to  escape  I  would  not  try. 

Can  it  be  that  she  is  thinking 

Of  the  actors  and  the  play? 
And  has  she  not  the  slightest  inkling 

Of  the  thoughts  that  on  her  stay  ? 

Oh  !  If  I  could  only  tell  her 

How  her  beauty  draws  my  heart, 
Would  she  give  to  me  the  answer 

Take  in  turn  its  counterpart? 

75 


THE    SCARLET 


The  presence  of  her  aged  sire 

Does  not  even  lull  to  rest 
The  living  and  still  growing  fire, 

That  rages  in  my  breast. 

What!  Is  the  play  already  ended? 
Must  my  trance  be  now  suspended? 
How  strange ;  The  presence  of  your  love, 
Does  all  the  thought  of  time  remove. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


AND    GARNET. 


Nocturne. 

\/f  ETHOUGHT  I  heard  a  far  cathedral  chime 

Ringing  the  Angelus  at  close  of  day, 
Or  distant  curfew  bell  of  olden  time. 
Woke  by  the  spell  of  thy  rich  melody. 

Methought  I  heard  an  organ's  solemn  strain 
Roll  thro'  vast  aisles  full-chorded  harmony, 

While  from  each  lofty  column's  utmost  crown, 
The  echoes  sang  in  grand  antiphony. 

Methought  I  saw  the  sunset's  crimson  robe, 
Far-flung  o'er  all  the  west,  fade  and  grow  dim, 

While  cloistered  choir,  from  ivied  abbey  gray, 
Breathed  benediction  in  their  evening  hymn. 

Methought  I  saw  the  candles  of  the  night 
Low  hung,  expectant,  o'er  a  Syrian  hill, 

Till  sudden  splendor  filled  the  starry  dome, 

And  all  the  angels  sang  "Peace  and  Good-will." 

Celeste,  I  hear  thee  oft  in  twilight  hour. 

Out  of  the  past  thy  soft  notes  float  to  me. 
Then  steals  o'er  each  enraptured  sense  thy  power 
With  magic  sway  more  sweet  than  liberty. 

COMPETITIVE. 
The  Garnet. 


77 


THE    SCARLET 
A  Song. 

A  S  pink  as  the  rose-flush  of  dawning, 
With  even  the  shadows  of  pink ; 
With  the  gold  of  her  head  all  hidden 

In  the  curves  of  those  petals  of  pink. 
The  rose  slumbers  light 
Through  the  dewy  night, 
Wakens  fresh,  rare  and  sweet  with  the  morn. 

Yet  my  love 
Is  as  fresh, 

As  rare, 

As  sweet  as  the  rose ! 
Nay,  sweeter,  for  she  has  no  thorn. 

As  sweet  as  the  breath  of  the  morning, 

'Tis  the  very  breath  of  delight 
That  the  rose  sends  forth  at  the  dawning, 
Treasured  up  with  the  cool  of  the  night, 
As  she  slumbers  light 
In  the  dewy  night, 
Wakens  fresh,  rare  and  sweet  with  the  morn. 

Yet  my  love 
Is  as  fresh, 

As  rare, 

As  sweet  as  the  rose ! 
Nay,  sweeter,  for  she  has  no  thorn. 

The  Tar  gum. 


AND    GARNET. 


Song. 

HpO  live  and  love  thee,  maiden  fair, 
Content  without  the  morrow — 
That  were  existence  free  from  care. 
And  charmed  from  ev'ry  sorrow. 

To  win  and  wed  thee,  maiden  bright, 

That  were  a  guerdon  ever, 
To  wake  from  sloth  the  dullest  knight 

To  love  and  high  endeavor. 

To  own  and  serve  thee,  maid  divine, 

Such  joy  no  man  can  measure, 

Were  such  a  wealth  and  duty  mine, 

I'd  scorn  a  monarch's  pleasure. 

CHAS.  C.  BALLARD,  '99. 

The  Parthenon. 


79 


THE    SCARLET 


Science  Not  In   It. 

CCIENCE  is  a  wonderful  teacher, 

She  has  sounded  the  depths*  of  the  sea, 
But  the  depths  in  your  wondrous  eyes,  love, 
Are  unfathomable  depths  to  me. 

The  distance  to  stars  in  the  heavens, 

In   vast   measurements,   science  has   told, 

But  to  the  space  I'd  go  for  thee,  love, 
It's  a  hair's-breadth  in  thy  crown  of  gold. 

Messages  flash  swift  o'er  the  wires, 
Impelled  is  their  electrical  course, 

But  swifter  my  thoughts  fly  to  thee,  love, 
Urged  on  by  love's  dynamical  force. 

Science  is  ever  discovering 

Some  deep  secret  long  hidden  from  view, 
But  my  heart  doth  contain  one  greater, 
Which  I'm  ever  discovering  anew. 

FELIX. 
The   Tar  gum. 


80 


AND    GARNET. 


To  Bessie. 

C  HE'S  a  wee-bit,  winsome,  dainty,  sweet,  lassie, 
With  her  laughing  brown  eyes  and  light  flowing 

tresses,  ' 

She  has  quaint  little  ways,  and  a  look  that  caresses, 
And  a  smile,  which,  like  sunshine,  happily  blesses. 

My  heart  hath  enshrined  this  dear  little  maiden, 
With  her  womanly  ways  and  heart  with  love  laden, 
There's  a  light  in  her  eyes  my  thoughts  ever  glad- 
dening. 
And  life  without  her  would  be  simply  maddening. 

How  happy  am  I,  she's  promised  to  take  me, 
With  my  heart  and  my  hand  and  whatever  fate  be, 
What  a  mystery  is  this,  having  given  my  all, 
To  feel  I  possess  this  whole  terrestrial  ball. 

FELIX. 
The  Tar  gum. 


81 


THE    SCARLET 


Two  Hearts. 

T  OVE  hath  donned  his  golden  quiver, 

He  hath  grasped  his  silver  bow, 
To  the  string  an  arrow  fitted, 
And  a  heart  hath  he  brought  low. 

Now  he  fits  and  aims  another, 

Comes  the  sound  of  bowstring's  twang. 
Ere  the  hour  had  departed, 

These  two  hearts  together  sprang. 

Love  was  written  on  their  faces, 
Love  was  written  on  each  heart, 

And  amid  the  smiles  of  Cupid, 
They  swore  that  they  ne'er  would  part. 

He  was  strong  though  she  was  fairer, 
Yet  she  longed  for  peace  and  rest. 

Yea,  she  craved  for  joy  and  found  it, 
Leaning  on  her  lover's  breast. 

Long  as  Time  shall  make  his  journeys, 

While  the  sun  shines  on  above, 
Naught  shall  ever  come  between  them — 
Willing  marks  of  winged  Love. 

E.  A.  M. 
The  Garnet. 


82 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Passing  Glance. 

A  S  falling  star,  as  flaming  points  of  fire, 

Swing  o'er  the  sombre  darkness  of  the  sky, 
'Twas  thus  you  rose  upon  me,  heart's  desire. 

Yet  swiftly  passed,  as  mists  of  morning  fly. 
A  hurried  glance  was  all  that  you  vouchsafed  me, 

A  glance  that  through  my  tingling  pulses  throbbed. 
No  doubt,  quite  innocent,  it  had  escaped  thee, 

But  in  that  glance  my  heart  from  me  was  robbed. 

Your  sweet  face  shone  upon  me  for  a  minute, 

My  eyes  received  from  two  dark  stars,  a  gleam ; 
A  stately  house  stood  by,  you  passed  within  it, 

While  I  passed  on  entranced  as  by  a  dream. 
E'en  now,  when  cares  and  doubts  oft-times  assail  me, 

When  thoughts  distract  and  fancy's  power  fails, 
The  mem'ry  of  that  glance  so  kindly  sent  me, 

Still  leads  me  on,  tho'  all  else  fades  and  pales. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


THE    SCARLET 


Together. 

T'M  not  alone — there  warms  for  me 

A  tender  -heart  beyond  the  sea, 
With  love,  that  shares  whatever  weight 
Oppresses  me — disconsolate — 
In  never-ending  sympathy. 

At  night  from  earthly  trammels  free, 
In  sweet  communion  then  are  we ; 
And  while  the  hours  grow  sma'  and  late, 
I'm  not  alone. 

Howe'er  remote  that  far  countree, 
No  plaint  shall  I,  nor  mournful  plea, 
And  grows  the  distance  twice  as  great, 
Contented  still  I'll  smile  at  Fate, 
Still  know  through  Love's  telepathy, 
I'm  not  alone. 

PERLEY  POOR  SHEEHAN,  '98. 

The  Parthenon. 


AND    GARNET. 
Amor  Fidelis. 

"TTWAS  one  summer  eve,  I  saw  her, 

As  she  stood  beside  the  gate 
Of  an  ivy  covered  cottage, 

So  pure,  simple,  and  sedate. 
She  at  once  her  captive  made  me, 

Charmed  me  by  her  gentle  grace, 
Filled  my  heart  with  wildest  longings 

By  the  sweetness  of  her  face. 
Years  have  passed  since  that  sunset, 

When  those  eyes  looked  into  mine. 
Not  yet  has  the  picture  faded, 

But  is  clear  in  every  line. 
Far  and  wide  my  way  I've  wended 

Since  I  saw  that  vision  fair ; 
How  often  was  I  weary, 

Many  times  did  I  despair; 
But  in  every  temptation, 

I  would  feel  her  presence  near, 
And  in  all  my  darkest  moments 

She  would  still  be  there  to  cheer. 
Then  when  fortune  smiled  upon  me, 

I  could  see  her  beaming  face ; 
And  I  built  most  charming  castles 

That  in  future  she  would  grace. 
Now  are  gone  those  anxious  hours, 

All  those  cares  are  in  the  past, 
And  I  hie  me  to  that  cottage. 

At  her  feet  my  heart  to  cast. 

C.  A.  W. 
The  Targum. 
85 


THE    SCARLET 


An  Ode. 

/^)H,  Burns  may  talk  of  those  "twa  blue  e'en," 
And  the  Scottish  lass  they  made  him  love, 
But  the  deep  brown  eyes  that  I  have  seen 

Outshine  the  gleaming  stars  above. 
I  thought,  one  time,  I  loved  a  lass 

Whose  eyes  were  the  bonniest  blue, 
But  these  brown  eyes  as  far  surpass 

The  eyes  of  every  other  hue 
As  the  sun's  unconquered,  glaring  rays 

Outshine  the  goddess  of  the  night ; 
And  if  I  sing  their  worthy  praise 

I  only  add  my  cheerful  mite 
To  what  you  all  would  surely  say 

If  you  could  see  their  beauteous  light. 
So  now  my  night  is  turned  to  day 
When  I  can  search  those  depths  of  brown — 
Words  fail  me  then — I  only  look. 

'oo. 
The  Tar  gum. 


86 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Difference. 

"PvEUCE   take   this   wretched   weather, 

The  sun  is  shining — yes — 
But  in  a  hopeless,  dismal  way, 

There's  something  gone  amiss. 
Some  cog  in  nature's  wheel,  perhaps. 

They're  sadly  out  of  gear ; 
I  think  I'll  pack  up,  just  clear  out, 

And  leave  this  troublous  sphere. 

******** 
And  then — ah.  well,  it  makes  me  frown 
To  think  Belinda's  out  of  town. 

Ye  Gods  !  What  splendid  weather  ! 

'Tis  raining,  ah,  I  know, 
But  in  a  happy,  cheerful  way, 

That  makes  one's  spirits  glow. 
I'll  leave  this  stuffy  office, 

Just  to  saunter  down  the  lane 
And  see — ah,  well,  if  you  must  know, 

Belinda's  home  again. 

'97- 
The  Garnet. 


THE    SCARLET 


Phyllis. 

A     COLD  mist  shudders  on  the  mere, 

The  rooks  flap  slowly  o'er  the  downs, 

'Neath  clouds  the  sun  is  hid  in  fear, 
The  moon  is  bleak,  the  skies  are  drear, 
When   Phyllis  frowns. 

But  oh  !  the  sun  is  warm  and  bright, 

Lighting  the  clear  lake's  shimmering  smiles, 
The  thrush  is  warbling  with  delight, 

The  trees  laugh  low  and  hearts  are  light, 
When   Phyllis  smiles. 

The  Targum. 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Valentine. 

HP  HE  soul 'that  in  those  eyes  of  blue, 

So  true  and  steadfast,  loves  to  shine. 
Would  be  the  same,  whate'er  their  hue, 
My  valentine. 

I  prize  thee  not  for  all  the  gold 
That  in  those  tresses  thou  dost  twine ; 
For  me  thou  hast  a  price  untold, 
My  valentine. 

Blue  eyes  thou  hast,  and  golden  hair; 
But  not  for  these  I  boast  thee  mine, 
Thou'dst  be  as  dear,  wer't  thou  less  fair, 
My  valentine. 

I  reckon  not  in  paltry  pelf 
The  amount  of  treasure  that  is  mine, 
The  value  of  thine  own  sweet  self, 
My  valentine. 

CHAS.  C.  BALLARD,  '99. 
The  Parthenon. 


89 


THE    SCARLET 


A  Truthful  Valentine. 

TO    MY    SUMMER    GIRL. 

"V7"  OUR  face  looked  very  fair  and  sweet, 
The  moon  shone  soft  upon  the  bay ; 
I  held  your  hand  and  murmured  low, 
"I'll  love  you  'till  the  judgment  day." 

Through  all  the  journey  back  to  town 
My  thoughts  would  dwell  on  none  but  you, 

And  when  I  reached  my  native  shore 
My  heart  was  faithful  still  and  true. 

Some  of  the  girls  were  back  in  town. 

And  mighty  pretty  girls,  you  bet, 
I  shut  my  eyes,  I  struggled  hard. 

And  proudly  said,  "I  love  you  yet." 

And  then — two  eyes  of  twinkling  blue 

Ensnared  my  heart  upon  the  spot; 
I  did  my  best,  you  know  the  rest, 
Forgive  me  dear,  but  I  forgot. 

M. 
The  Targuin. 


90 


AND    GARNET. 


To  One  Ne'er  Seen. 

"I*/"  HEN  thou  dost  get  this  Valentine,  Irene, 

The  thought  may  strike  thee,  and  not  without 

cause, 

That  I  am  violating  certain  laws, 
In  writing  thus  to  one  I've  never  seen ; 
But  what  are  laws,  when  one  doth  fall  so  deep 
In  love  at  first  (I  cannot  say  rirst  sight)  ? 
And  yet  I  can,  for  it  was  but  last  night, 
I  dreamed  of  thee  and  saw  thee  in  my  ^leep. 
They  say  thou  art  a  brilliant  sun  of  wit, 
In  stature,  tall  and  dark,  a  perfect  queen,          , 
And  thus  it  is  with  one  I've  never  seen ; 
By  dreams  and  thoughts,  I  am  completely  "hit," 
And  bending  to  thy  loveliness  divine, 
I  send  to  thee,  this  humble  Valentine. 

WILLIAM  C.  YATES. 
The  Garnet. 


THE    SCARLET 


I  Would   Like  to  Know. 

T   WOULD  like  to  know  the  reason 

Of  his  sorrow  and  his  woe ; 
Why  his  pen  and  book  are  idle, 
And  his  time  and  money  go? 

I  would  like  to  know  the  reason 

Of  his  flunks  in  recitations ; 
Of  his  C's,  and  R's,  and  "Make  Ups" 

And  his  cribs  in  examinations? 

Oh,   I  know,  I  know  the  reason 

Of  his  fate  so  sad  and  hard ; 
It  is  Cupid's  darting  arrow 

That  has  deeply  pierced  his  heart. 

B.  R.,  '99. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 


92 


AND    GARNET. 


As  in  a  Dream. 

A  S  in  a  dream,  we  walked  that  summer  night, 

Beneath  the  elms  that  whispered  high  o'erhead ; 
He  heard  the  message  from  their  leafy  height ; 

"Tell  all — the  night  is  waiting.     Tell !"  they  said. 

Then,  while  I  dreamed,  he  told  me  all  his  heart, 
And  as  he  spoke  his  words  found  melody, 

'Til  breathing  zephyrs  took  the  suitor's  part, 
And  woke  to  music,  slumbering  bush  and  tree. 

Perchance  I  dreamed  the  heavens  set  to  song, 
The  tale  he  told  in  accents  low  and  clear ; 

'Til  all  the  starry  places  echoed  long, 

And  rolled  it  through  the  vault  to  every  sphere. 

As  in  a  dream,  I  heard  him  to  the  end, 

The  final  pledge,  "To  all  eternity" ; 
Then,  waking,  heard  Night's  hundred  voices  blend, 

To  sing  the  song  in  glad  reality. 

The  Garnet. 


93 


THE    SCARLET 


An  Early  June  Morning. 

"DLUE,  softly  blue, 

Not  a  fleck  in  the  heavens  above  me ; 
Earth  glows  anew 

At  the  whisper  of  sunlight,  "I  love  thee !" 

Flow'rs  ope  their  eyes, 

And  they  watch  for  the  butterflies  winging ; 
Float  from  the  skies 

Joyous,  zephyr-borne  notes  of  birds  singing. 

But  my  heart  careth  not  for  the  gladness 

Shown  all  around ; 
Shorn  of  love,  it  hath  nothing  but  sadness, 

Gloom-thoughts  abound. 

For  my  love,  whom  I  love  with  love  burning, 

Smiled  not  at  me, 
Yesternight,  when  my  heart  was  all  yearning 

Her  smile  to  see. 

Up !  courage,  my  heart !   for  thy  love  is  but  April- 
like  ;  many 

A   month   doth   beguile 
Our  hearts   with  a   face   that   is  constanter   far,   but 

hath  any 
So  tender  a  smile? 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


94 


AND    GARNET. 


Song  to  the  Manner  of  Herrick. 

T   KISSED  your  red,  red  lips, 

Then  said  :    "Do  you  suppose 
That  anywhere  in  any  land 

Are  two  such  lips  as  those?" 
Then  straightway  for  an  answer, 

My  dainty  garden  shows 
Your  red  lips'  only  rivals 
In  the  petals  of  a  rose. 

W.  G.  K. 
The  Garnet. 


95 


THE    SCARLET 


Love  Perfected. 

"T\O  you  ask,  have  I  loved  before,  dear? 

Have  I  given  this  self-same  vow? 
Ah !  yes,  I  have  loved,  to  be  sure,  dear, 

How  else  could  I  love  you  now? 
I  never  will  love  any  more,  dear, 
As  much  as  I  love  you  to-day ; 
Ah !  yes,  I  have  loved  before,  dear, 
For  practise  makes  perfect,  they  say. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


AND    GARNET. 


Serenade. 

T17IND  of  the  silent  night,  stirring  the  sedges. 

Glide  yet  more  softly,  more  softly  and  slow, 
Rouse  not  the  songsters  asleep  in  the  hedges, 
Pause  at  her  window-seat,  murmuring  low. 

Bird  of  the  tranquil  night,  plaintively  calling. 
Let  not  thy  mournful  note  startle  the  air, 

Lest  it  disturb  her — too  suddenly  falling, 
Queen  of  my  loyal  heart,  slumbering  there. 

Hear  me,  O  royal  knight,  mantled  in  splendor, 

Not  on  thy  robe  gleams  a  jewel  as  fair, 
Watch  o'er  her  casement — from  evil  defend  her; 
Queen  of  my  loyal  heart,  slumbering  there. 
CHAS.  C.  BALLARD,  '99. 
The  Parthenon. 


97 

(8) 


THE    SCARLET 


To   My   Maedchen. 

Tj"  S  war  near  a  Deutscher  city, 
In  a  stille  fragrant  Platz, 
Dass  ich  met  a  Madchen  pretty, 
And  I  sagte :     "Be  mein  Schatz?" 

Oh !  her  Augen  blau,  and  bright  were, 
And  ihr  Mund  was  suss  to  kiss, 

Und  her  Locken  schwarz  wie  night  were; 
Sie  antwortete  like  this : 

"If  you  to  be  true  verspreche, 
Ich  will  be  dy  kleiner  Schatz, 

Schwore  nicht  die  love  to  brechen, 
Nun  then  will  ich  love  dich  lots." 

So  wir  kissed,  und  home  zusammen, 
Arm  in  arm,  ging  wir  our  way, 

"Liebe,"  cried  ich,  "best  of  Damen, 
I  will  lieb  dich  many  a  day." 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


AND    GARNET. 


The  College  Widow. 

CUE  sat  alone  in  leafy  June, 

Her  heart  was  sad  and  aching ; 
Her  voice  was  somewhat  out  of  tune, 

As  if  with  tears  'twere  shaking ; 
But  still  she  sang  in  accents  low, 

While  looking  on  the  river, 
"For  men  may  come,  and  men  may  go, 

But  I  go  on  forever!" 

She  heard  the  college  chappies  laugh, 

As  up  the  hill  they  wended, 
And  felt  they  were  too  glad  by  half, 

That  college  life  was  ended. 
She  wished — and  here  her  tears  did  flow, 

That  men  were  fickle  never, 
"For  men  may  come,"  she  sang,  "and  go, 

But  I  go  on  forever." 

CLARKE  WINSLOW  CRANNELL,  '95. 
The  Garnet. 


99 


THE    SCARLET 


College  Widow. 

/COLLEGE  widow,   robed  passe, 

Plead,  indeed,  thou  dost  adore  us ; 
We'll  forget  how  thou  didst  sway 
Our  fathers'  hearts  before  us. 

The  Garnet. 


100 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Law  of  Love  For  Freshmen. 

A     FRESHMAN,  walking  down  the  street, 

A  pretty  girl  did  chance  to  meet ; 
He  bowed  so  low,  'twould  make  you  roar. 
He'd  met  her  just  the  day  before. 

That  night  he  did  not  sleep  a  wink, 
But  of  this  girl  alone  could  think ; 
Just  what  it  was  he  could  not  say, 
He'd  never  yet  felt  quite  that  way. 

The  girl,  alas,  for  Freshy's  heart, 
Had  learned  full  well  to  act  her  part ; 
She'd  flirted,  smiled,  and  talked  just  so, 
With  present  Seniors  years  ago. 

PAUL. 
The  Targum. 


THE    SCARLET 


Freshman,  Beware  1 

JUST  now  looms  up  the  college  girl. 
To  start  a  new  campaign  ; 
Be  careful,  Fresh,  or  you  will  find 

That  you  have  loved  in  vain. 
I  fell  you,  pass  the  maidens  by, 

And  stop  ere  you've  begun. 
Each  college  girl  loves  but  one  man, 
A  Junior  is  that  one. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


102 


AND    GARNET. 


Just  One. 

A  FTER  the  play  is  over, 

They  stand  in  the  hall  alone ; 
Both  are  silent  and  sober, 
At  that  moment  the  clock  strikes 
Just  one. 

O'er  the  parting  he  lingers. 

True  he  is  loath  to  be  gone ; 
And,  while  he  holds  her  fingers, 
Is  it  echc  repeating, 

Just  one? 

M.  H.  S.,  '96. 
The  Garnet. 


103 


THE    SCARLET 


Parting. 

T)  Y  moonlight  home  we  went, 

From  church  that  Sunday  evening, 
Her  summer  stay  was  spent, 
To-morrow  she'd  be  leaving. 

Ended  soon  our  walk, 

But  she  bade  me  enter ; 
Long  ran  on  our  talk, 

Half  earnest  and  half  banter. 

Time  flew  on  apace, 

Soon  'twas  time  for  starting. 
And  each  with  our  best  grace, 

Prepared  we  for  our  parting. 

Tho'  I'd  be  silent,  she  knew, 

By  a  sort  of  intuition, 
Just  what  I  longed  to  do, 

And  so — I  asked  permission. 

Said  she,   "It  cannot  be," 
But  when  I  asked,  still  hopeful, 

"May  I  a  robber  be?" 

Her  silence  left  me  doubtful. 

104 


AND    GARNET. 

Enclosed  her  dainty  hand 

In  mine  without  a  whisper, 
Did  she  nod  command? 

I  thought  so — and  I  kissed  her. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


105 


THE    SCARLET 


Question  and  Answer. 

I. 

A     KISS,"  you  say 

"  'Twas  nothing  but  a  kiss," 
A  momentary  madness 
Fraught  with  bliss ; 
Souls  pass  from  lips  to  lips 

In  one  sweet  touch, 
And  yet  you  say,  dear  heart, 
"It  was  not  much  !" 

II. 

"What's  in  a  kiss?" 

Perhaps  you'll  tell  me  where 
The  harm  of  that  most  sweet  transgression  lies. 

Why  in  a  moment  comes  temptation — fair, 
The  answer  lies  apparent 

In  your  eyes. 

The  Targum. 


106 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Sonnet. 

morning  Phoebus  ushers  in  the  day, 
And  eke  as  often  do  I  seek  the  mail ; 
Yet  meets  my  longing  gaze  naught  but  dismay, 

And  disappointments  all  my  hopes  curtail. 
I  strive  to  sink  my  thoughts  in  classic  lore, 
But  all  the  letters  are  resolved  in  three — 
Read  they  Shakespeare,  Milton,  Pope  or  Moore, 

Nor  else  my  eyes  can  see  than  X.  Y.  Z. 
Unrest  and  dread  forebodings,  troubling  me, 
Call  up  the  story  of  fair  Psyche's  charms 
And  fears  lest  Venus  jealous  too,  of  thee, 
Because  of  thy  rare  beauty,  plans  thy  harm. 
Sweet  maiden,  art  thou  ill,  or  dost  thou  grieve, 
That  thou'rt  as  still  as  mice  on  Christmas  Eve? 

The  Targum. 


107 


THE    SCARLET 


Le  Billet  Doux. 

A     SOUSA  by  your  magic  art, 

A  sceptre  your  baton ; 
Whose   sway   is  o'er  each   human  heart 
It  casts  its  spell  upon ! 

But  lacking  all  your  art  sublime, 

One  dulcet  note  was  all 
Sweet  Phyllis  used,  once  on  a  time, 
My  spirit  to  enthrall. 

P.  P.  SHEEHAN. 
The  Parthenon. 


108 


AND    GARNET. 


Ye  Maid  of  Dorp  Makes  Answer. 

CON  of  Union,  ere  we  part, 

You  say  you'll  give  me  back  my  heart ; 
Three  years  and  more  you've  tho't  you  owned  it, 
But  all  this  time  I've  only  loaned  it, 
Yet  once  more  before  you  go, 

Mea  vita,  te  amo. 

Tho'  my  lips  have  sweetly  smiled, 
And  my  tender  eyes  so  mild. 
Have  charmed  thy  soft  and  longing  heart, 
Now  that  we  forever  part, 
Say  it  gently,  say  it  low, 
Mea  vita,  te  amo. 

Though  so  winning  I  have  been, 
(Is  deception  such  a  sin?) 
I've  been  laughing  in  my  sleeve, 
You're  the  one  that's  been  deceived; 
Yet,  since  you  must  surely  go, 
Mea  vita,  te  amo. 

Two  can  play  that  little  game, 
I'd  a  lover  ere  you  came, 
Though  he  now  is  far  from  me, 
Yet  him  I  love,  not  you,  you  see ; 
Yet  once  more,  let's  play  it's  so, 
Mea  vita,  te  amo. 

109 


THE    SCARLET 


But  I'll  no  "College  Widow"  be, 
Soon  my  lover  comes  to  me, 
When  we're  married,  then  we'll  smile 
At  you,  who  all  this  long,  long  while, 
Believed  the  words  I  whispered  low, 
Mea  vita,  te  amo. 

S.  L.  F. 
The  Garnet. 


no 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Sophomore. 

'"PHE  Sophomore  sat  'neath  the  willow  tree; 

On  its  boughs  his  harp  he  hung, 
And  ever  he  sighed  most  dismally, 
As  mournfully  thus  he  sung : 

"False  is  the  heart  of  the  maid  I  love. 

Light  as  a  breath  that  is  past, 
Yet  my  love  for  her  is  true  and  strong, 

And  faithful  unto  the  last." 

But  another  fair  maiden  passed  that  way, 

He  saw  the  laugh  in  her  ee, 
And  followed — forgetting  his  wounded  heart, 

And  the  harp  that  hung  on  the  tree. 

Yet  false  is  the  love  of  a  maiden  fair, 

Light  as  a  breath  that  is  past, 
But  the  love  of  man  is  true  and  strong, 

And  faithful  unto  the  last. 

The  Targum. 


in 


THE    SCARLET 
Cancion. 

(After  the  Spanish  of  Pedro  Lacaza.} 

HP  HE  jessamine  aromas 

Deserves  my  Love  to-night ; 
Her  rosiness  and  figure 
Awaken  new  delight. 

Reserved   is  she  and  coy  though, 

Ungrateful  one,  with  me ; 
A  favor  e'er  denies  me 

As  if  her  enemy. 

May  violets,  carnations 

And  fragrant  roses  fall 
On  beautiful  senoras, 

Who  know  of  love,  the  all. 

For  those  who  so  reserved  are, 

May  thistles  on  them  rain. 
Because  with  fixed  eye,  they 
Know  how  to  show  disdain. 

G.  C.  R-,  '99- 
The  Parthenon. 


AND    GARNET. 


Having  Quarreled. 

H IP-poor-will 
Pipes  his  lay, 

Shadows   gray, 
All  things  fire ; 
O'er  the  hill 

Far  away. 

Gleams  of  day 
Linger  still. 

So  with  you ; 

For  although 
Memories  few 
Linger  yet, 

They  but  show 
Love  has  set. 

G.  W.  P. 
The  Parthenon. 


THE    SCARLET 


To . 

T   LOVE  you,  my  darling,  not  for  your  beauty, 
Not  for  your  graces  which  heaven  endowed, 
But  for  your  sweet  nature,  best  treasure  of  mankind, 
And  purity  which  has  the  lily  which  bows. 

MAJOR  ALLEN  TWIFORD,  '96. 
The  Garnet. 

Ten  Years  After. 

(\  H !  had  you  had  beauty,  my  one  time  darling, 

Had  heaven  with  graces  your  nature  endowed, 
Your  treasure  of  sweetness  had  not  so  soon  soured, 
The  lily  of  purity  with  age  had  not  bowed. 

WILLIAM  HERMAN  HALL,  '96. 
The  Garnet. 


114 


AND    GARNET. 


My  Lady's  Fan. 

V/f  Y  Lady's  phantom  haunts  mine  eye, 

Whene'er  my  Lady  is  not  by. 
She  fanned  my  head  on  summer  days. 
And  when  she's  set  my  heart  ablaze," 

She  says  she's  sorry.     So  am  I. 

She  should  at  least  relief  supply ; 
Respite  that  nought  on  earth  can  buy 
Comes  when  her  finger  sways 
My  Lady's  Fan. 

What  sceptre's  power  with  her's  can  vie ! 
What  wizard  dare  her  wand  defy ! 
Zeus'  thunderbolt  its  homage  pays, 
Nor  shall  my  pen  in  hobbling  phrase 
Neglect  to  sing  before  I  die 
My  Lady's  Fan. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


THE    SCARLET 


Say,  Helen. 

C  AY,   Helen !   do  you  recollect, 

Oh,  no !  'tis  too  much  to  expect, 
The  time  when  we  were  introduced? 
I  think  you  must  have  been  amused, 
At  seeing  me  so  quite  confused ; 
Yet,  that  was  just  a  year  ago, 
And  time  cures  everything,  you  know. 
Say,  Helen !  Do  you  quite  recall, 
It  wasn't  long  ago  at  all, 
When  standing  in  the  hallway  dark, 
I  used  to  say,  "Good-night,  Miss  — — ," 
But  that  is  past,  and  now,  although 
The  lights  are  turned  down  just  as  low, 
You  let  me,  when  its  time  to  go, 

Say,  "Helen?" 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


116 


AND    GARNET. 


Moons. 

HP  HE  bench  was  certainly  far  too  wide, 

(A  bench  is  usually  so) 
For  betwixt  the  two  from  side  to  side 
Was  an  awful  space  fully  one  foot  wide. 
(It  was  surely  wrong, 
But  the  bench  was  long, 
And  the  youth  was  most  sadly  slow.) 

She  racked  tier  head  for  a  happy  thought, 

For  she  was  'ni.  st  in  despair — 

How  to  bridge  tV;  space  to  the  bashful  youth. 

(It  may  seem  qu.      strange,  but  I  tell  the  truth) 

And  there  came  a  thought, 

(Do  you  think  she  ought? 

For  myself,  I  think  'twas  fair.) 

The  stars  shone  bright  and  clear, 

And  taught  what  she  wished  to  know; 

"Have  you  seen,"  she  quickly  cried, 

"The  moons  of  Jupiter  side  by  side ; 

You  could  see  them  clear 

In  a  mirror  here?" 

And  the  shy  youth  answered,  "No — o." 

117 


THE    SCARLET 

'Twas  done  quicker  than  I  the  tale  can  tell, 

For  he  saw  (and  their  two  heads  touched), 

As  he  looked  o'er  the  edge  of  the  mirror's  rim, 

The  only  two  moons  in  the  world  for  him ; 

The  rest  to  tell 

Is  useless.     Well — 

These  things  have  ever  been  such. 

'98. 
The  Garnet. 


118 


AND    GARNET. 


To  a  Cigarette. 

/CIGARETTE,  sweet  cigarette, 

So  graceful  and  petite, 
Agowned   in   dainty  wrapper. 
With  blissfulness  so  fleet, 
I  loved  thee — ah,  I  love  thee ! 
But  I  must  be  discreet. 
For  Caroline  detests  thee. 
Exotic  thing  so  sweet, 
And  thinks  that  /  abhor  thee ; 
Ah !  I  must  be  discreet, 
So,  dainty  cig.  I  toss  thee 
Far  out  into  the  street ; 
With  breath  perfume  I  drown  thee 
While  Caroline  I  greet. 

H.  S.  D.,  '99. 
The  Parthenon. 


119 


THE    SCARLET 


My  Photograph. 

•T\7"HAT  would  I  not  give  to  be  where 

Thou  art,  so  nigh  to  her,  and  hear 
The  words  she  utters,  as  she  thinks 
About  those  who  to  her  are  dear ; 
And  whether  sigh  or  joyous  laugh, 
I  envy  thee,   my  photograph. 

Thou  canst  not  understand  the  bliss 
That  should  be  thine,  for  thou  art  dumb ; 
No  sigh  nor  tear  of  hers  can  move 
That  soul  of  thine,  for  it  is  numb ; 
Yet  of  that  bliss,  I'd  die  for  half, 
I  envy  thee,   my  photograph. 

When  thee  I  gave  her,  I  ne'er  thought 
That  she  would  lavish  all  on  thee, 
The  tender  glances  from  her  heart, 
And  thus  have  none  at  all  for  jrie ; 
When  I  did  that,  I  was  a  calf! 
I  envy  thee,   my  photograph. 

BILLY,   '98. 
The  Garnet. 


120 


AND    GARNET. 


On  Receiving  a  Picture. 

A  S  I  take  long  glances,  fair  one, 

At  thy  sweet  face,  pictured  there ; 
From  my  heart  is  erased  forebodings, 
From  my  mind  is  banished  care. 

For  I  think  of  the  past  behind  us, 

I  look  in  those  deep  black  eyes, 
And  the  tender  thoughts  and  emotions 

Of  the  yesterday  arise. 

Yes,  the  thoughts  of  the  days  not  forgotten 

That  we  passed  in  happy  youth, 
In  that  little  country  village. 

You  know  it  well,  forsooth. 

Ah  !  those  days,  but  few  knew  their  gladness, 

In  truth,  none  but  you  and  I, 
As  we  walked  down  the  road  from  the  schoolhouse. 

To  part  at  the  turn  with  a  sigh. 

Such  scenes  and  such  thoughts  are  awakened, 

As  I  look  at  thy  likeness  there, 
In  thy  girl  face,  sweet  and  tender, 

In  thy  maiden  face,  so  fair. 

The  Targum. 


THE    SCARLET 


The  Effigy. 

A   ND  so  she  smiles !     Nor  frown,  nor  pout 
That  look  divine,  can  put  to  rout. 


I  would,  my  love,  thou  wert  but  half 
So  constant  as  thy  photograph. 

P.  P.  S.,  '98. 

The  Parthenon. 


122 


AND    GARNET. 


Playing  Hearts. 

/^\N  Thursday  night  we  ten  all  played  at  hearts: 
I  held  a  hand — three  kings,  a  queen,  an  ace 
I  knew  that  this  was  'most  too  poor  for  hearts, 
And  was  so  vexed  I  showed  it  in  my  face. 
I  played  quite  hard,  yet  with  all  my  arts 
I  lost  the  game,  for  I  won  the  hearts. 


On  Friday  night  we  two  played  hearts ; 
I  held  a  hand  and  felt  Love's  dart. 
And  won  the  game,  but  lost  my  heart. 

C.  R.  B. 
The  Tar  gum. 


123 


THE    SCARLET 


To  My  Guitar. 

C  WEET  and  gay  thy  whisperings. 

My  Guitar.- 
Andalusian  maidens'  laughter, 

Lit  by  glances  like  the  shining 
Of  the  fire-flies  of  the  night  time, 
In  and  out  thy  strings  is  twining. 
In  the  gay  fandango  twining. 
My  Guitar. 

Mellow  are  thy  whisperings, 

My  Guitar. 
Fair  the  hand  that  flung  the  roses ; 

Fairer  still  the  lips  that  yielded, 
When  thy  serenade  so  tender 

Showed  the  love  so  true  it  shielded, 
Showed  the  heart  so  true  it  shielded, 
'My  Guitar. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


124 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Catch. 

V7"  OUNG  Corydon,  one  summer  day 
A-fishing  went,  with  great  array 
Of  hook  and  line,  and  every  bribe 
To  lure  the  luckless  finny  tribe. 

This  same  young  man,  the  gossips  say, 
Took  Phyllis  too,  to  join  the  fray, 
The  fishes  shook  with  dread  despair, 
As  they  discerned  this  doughty  pair; 
Who  came  like  Caesar's  conquering  host, 
And  armed  with  Caesar's  conquering  boast. 

Though  some  aver  they  laughed  with  glee, 
And  winked,  'though  why,  I  cannot  see; 
They  fished  all  day  with  great  intent, 
Such  faithful  hours  were  never  spent ; 
Though  Corydon  spent  too  much  time 
In  helping  Phyllis  with  her  line; 

Then  Cupid  as  the  sun  went  down 

Hooked  them  and  brought  them  back  to  town. 

JOHNSON,  '98. 

The  Parthenon. 


125 


THE    SCARLET 


Arcadia. 

"1X7  HY  lingers  Strephon  at  the  gate? 

The  dusk  is  come,  'tis  growing  late; 
His  sheep  are  bleating  at  the   fold, 
Come !  laggart  one,  thy  lord  will  scold. 

Alas !  poor  swain,  I  fear  he's  caught 
By  fetters  strong  as  e'er  were  wrought ; 
Two  little  hands  his  heart  strings  keep, 
What  recks  sweet  Phyllis  for  the  sheep  ? 

But  hold  them  gently,  else  I  fear, 
You'll  strain  and  snap  them,  Phyllis  dear ; 
Why  not  entwine  them  with  thine  own? 
And  bring  life's  sheep  together  home. 

'97- 
The  Garnet. 


126 


AND    GARNET. 


Adieu. 

(After   the   French   of  Segur}. 

'"PHOU  leavest  me  upon  thy  way  to  glory, 

My  aching  heart  will  follow  after  thee, 
Farewell,  and  when  the  world  has  told  the  story 
Of  thy  valor,  ah !  have  a  thought  for  me. 

To  duty  and  to  love  be  faithful  ever, 

From  death,  vain  sacrifice  to  glory,  flee ; 

When  honor  calls  to  strife,  with  last  endeavor 
Grasp  victory —  and  have  a  thought  for  me. 

And  I —  alas,  in  all  my  cruel  sorrow, 
In  peace  or  war  an  equal  terror  see, 

Fair  faces  will  be  near  thee  every  morrow, 
And  thou  wilt  charm,  ah,  have  a  thought  for  me. 

Ah,  yes ;  thy  charm  and  strength  will  conquer  ever, 

Where  thou  remainest  love  and  strife  will  be, 
Let  victory's  sweet  poison  harm  thee  never, 
Success  be  thine,  but  have  a  thought  for  me. 

R. 
The  Parthenon. 


127 


V. 
CARMINA  COMICA 


(10) 


THE  SCARLET  AND  GARNET. 


What's  the  Use. 

I'D  like  to  write  of  anthropology, 

And  History's  muse ; 
Of  Brahma's  stern  theology — 
But  what's  the  use?  » 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


THE    SCARLET 


The  Bard's  Lament. 

'"VHERE  are  those  bards  who  sing  the  fame 

Of  each  illustrious  hero's  name, 
And  others  who  devote  their  lays 
To  woman's  lovely  winning  ways ; 
For  this  poor  bard  there's  not  a  thing 
That's  not  been  sung,  of  which  to  sing. 

The  sunset's-  beauties  much  extolled 
A  multitude  of  bards  have  told ; 
About  the  gentle  charm  of  Spring 
A  sane  man  would  not  dare  to  sing; 
The  verses  on  the  starry  sky 
Would  sop  the  ocean's  bed  quite  dry. 

Search  as  I  will  my  puzzled  mind 
A  single  thought  I  cannot  find, 
On  which  to  turn  my  talent  free 
With  some  originality ; 
I  fear  that  my  poetic  muse 
Will  die  away  from  lack  of  use. 

WILLIAM  CHAUNCEY  YATES,  '98. 

The  Parthenon. 


132 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Cowardly  Act. 

T  LEANED  across  the  orchard  gate, 

And  held  her  struggling  head ; 
Why  was  I  then  so  cruel,  pray, 
And  she  so  full  of  dread? 

She  struggled  hard,  she  struggled  long, 

I  can  see  her  even  now, 
As  I  looked  into  the  big  brown  eyes 

Of  our  dear  old  brindle  cow. 

The  Tar  gum. 


133 


THE    SCARLET 


Jack. 


-r  ACK  is  handsome, 
J      Jack  is  fair — 
Dark  complexion, 
Rich  and  rare. 


Jack  is  stylish, 
Up  to  date — 

Loved   him   dearly, 
Hence  my  fate. 


Jack   so   charming 
Ne'er'd   propose — 

Not  so  strange  for 
Jack's  a   rose. 

H.  S.  D.,  '99. 
The  Parthenon. 


134 


AND    GARNET. 


Iconoclastic. 

TF  you  would  have  a  kiss 

From  a  staid  and  pretty  miss, 
You  can  buy  it  with  a  jewel  fair  to  see; 
And  the  larger  size  the  gem. 
To  adorn  her  diadem, 

All  the  sweeter  will  the  maiden's  kisses  be. 

G.  C.  R.,  '99. 
The  Garnet. 


135 


THE    SCARLET 


When? 

vyHEN  may  I  sleep  again?"  he  cried, 

As  the  baby  began  to  squall  ; 
And  a  saucy  echo  answered  back, 
"After  the  bawl." 

The  Targum. 


136 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Lie. 

T   SLEPT  on  an  editor's  bed  one  night 

When  no  editor  was  nigh. 
And  thought  as  I  tossed  in  that  cosy  nest 
How  easy  editors  lie. 

The  Targum. 


137 


THE    SCARLET 


A  Curl  of  Brown. 

HP  HE  tresses  fair,  of  brownish  hair, 

Bedeck  her  maiden  brow, 
And  clustering  rings,  as  blossoms  cling 
On  distant  fruitful  bough. 

I  sue  for  one,  in  boyish  fun, 

To  place  upon  my  heart ; 
To  be  for  me  a  legacy 

Usurping  Cupid's  dart. 

So  from  that  hair,  like  blossoms  fair 

On  distant  bough  so  rich, 
Without  a  sigh,  she  gives — Oh  !  my  ! 
A  curl  ? — Why,  no  !  — a  switch. 

JOHN  McNAB,  '01. 
The  Concordiensis. 


138 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Violet,  or  the  Coffin  Tack? 

TN  one  hand  lay  a  violet, 

The  other  clasped  a  cigarette. 

She  had  given  the  flower  with  dainty  grace 
In  a  sheltered  nook  ere  the  dance  was  o'er ; 

He  recalled  the  blush  on  the  charming  face 
When  he  begged  for  "just  one  kiss  more." 

His  chum  had  donated  the  coffin  tack. 

And  growled  like  a  bear  in  the  giving; 
But  then  he  was  right,  'twas  the  last  in  the  pack. 

And  smoking's  one  pleasure  .of  living. 


Carefully  one  on  the  table  was  set 

As  he  laid  to  his  lips  the  (?) 

The  Targum. 


139 


THE    SCARLET 


From   Hash  to  Manna. 

A     TALE    OF    TO-DAY. 
I. 

A  H,  but  hearken  to  my  story 
Of  a  happy  hasherine. 

Coy  and  cunning. 

Ever  dunning, 
Festive,  fitful  hasherine. 

II. 

How  she  lay  awake  a  planning, 
Scheming  to  economize, 

For  she  wouldn't 

('Cause  she  couldn't) 
Work  a  scheme  to  victimize. 

III. 

So,  alas  (excuse  my  weeping), 
She  evolved,  to  net  the  cash. 

This  sad  saying, 

(Sad  but  paying) 
"I'll  just  put  it  in  the  hash." 

140 


AND    GARNET. 


IV. 

Well,  one  day  she  found  a  cartridge — 
(Ignorance,  alas,  is  rash), 

Never  boded 

It  was  loaded, 
So  she  put  it  in  the  hash. 

V. 

Shall  I  carry  on  my  story? 
Nay,  thy  saline  tears  abash, 

What's  she  doing? 
She  is  stewing — 
Manna,  now,  instead  of  hash. 

P.  P.  S.,  '98. 
The  Garnet. 


141 


THE    SCARLET 


A  Midnight  Lunch. 

T  LOVE  to  pick — le  little  lunch 

Before  I  go  to  bed, 
As  I  roam  about  the  pantry 

In  the  house  where  I  was  bread. 

'Tis  then  I  see  the  cant — elope, 

And  make  the  butter — fly. 
And  pluck  the  prickly  cucum — ber, 

While  the  plums  mince  pie. 

I  love  to  'watch  the  sardines — box, 

I  doughnut  care  who  wins, 
I  hear  the  merry  tee — hee — hee, 

Behind  the  baking  tins. 

I  see  the  helpful  lemon — ade, 

The  tinkling  ice  to  glide ; 
I  hear  the  china  sauce — her, 

And  pitcher  plate  aside. 

While  the  lob — sters,   the  milk — pale, 

The  cottage  "cheese  it"  cries, 
And  the  graham  rolls  about  us, 

And  the  clothes  horse  shies. 

The  Tar  gum. 


142 


AND    GARNET. 


Coeur  Froid. 

T    SAT  beside  a  maiden  fair, 
My  eyes  on  her  were  bent. 
I  longed  to  speak  some  pretty  thought, 
Of  loving  sentiment. 

"My  cup  of  bliss  is  full,"  quoth  I, 

"Near  you  'tis  joy  to  live." 

The  maiden  hastened  to  remark, 

"Your  cup  is  like  a  sieve." 

G.  P.,  '03. 
The  Garnet. 


143 


THE    SCARLET 


Doggerel. 

T  "I  E  is  kneeling  at  her  foot-stool, 
With  an  humble,  docile  mien. 
(I  can  watch  the  little  tableaux 
From  behind  the  silken  screen.) 

He  awaits  his  lady's  sentence, 

With  a  look  of  mute  appeal. 
And  of  touching  resignation. 

That  a  heart  of  stone  should  feel. 

She  relents — she  strokes  his  forehead, 

With  a  soft  caressing  touch, 
Breathing  tender  words  and  phrases — 

Yet  he  does  not  heed  them  much. 

Now  he  rises,  looks  about  him, 
Meets  her  loving  eyes — but,  hark ! 

He  has  heard  her  words  of  pardon, 
And  he  answers — with  a  bark! 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


144 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Family  Affair. 

C  AID  she,  "To  you  I'll  be  a  sister." 

"  'Tis  well,"  said  he,  and  promptly  kissed  her. 
Then  vexed  was  she  and  called  him  "Mister." 
But  mayn't  a  fellow  kiss  his  sister? 

The   Tar  gum. 


145 

(ii) 


THE    SCARLET 


An    Incident. 

V7"  ES,  you  and  I,  'twere  but  we  two, 

Went  rowing  in  a  small  canoe. 
I,  to  be  sure,  took  up  the  oar, 
And  in  a  moment,  it  was  a  bore. 
Then  turning  to  you,  my  dearest  friend, 
I  asked,  "Have  you  a  hand  to  lend?" 
"No,  sir-ee-bob !  no  hand  for  you. 
You  can  paddle  your  own  canoe." 

J.  E.  P.,  '01. 
The  Garnet. 


146 


AND    GARNET. 


Repartee. 

T  NTO  a  restaurant  he  chanced  , 

Where  the  waitress  was  pretty  and  neat: 
A  boquet  of  roses  he  tendered  her, 
And  gaily  said,  "Sweets  to  the  sweet." 

She  blushed,  and  taking  his  order, 
Sped  away  with  a  toss  of  her  head ; 

As  she  smilingly  brought  him  his  steak, 
"Tough  to  the  tough,"  she  brightly  said. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 


147 


THE    SCARLET 


En   Penitence. 

A  FTER  the  winter's  giddy  whirl 

She  met  him  with  another  girl, 
And  asked  him  what  he  meant. 
He  said,  "My  heart's  devotion 
Is  boundless  as  the  ocean, 
But,  don't  you  know  the  reason? 
You  quite  forget  the  season, 

Just  now,  you  see,  it's  Lent." 

The   Tar  gum. 


AND    GARNET. 


Called  to  Arms. 

TlE  was  called  to  arms,  and  gallantly 

A  warrior's  part  he  played, 
And  recked  not  who  his  foe  might  be, 
To  duty  only  listened  he, 
And  hopefully,  and  manfully, 
The  summons  was  obeyed. 

He  came  and  saw,  but  then,  unlike 

Great  Caesar's  tour  de  force, 
Was  conquered,  routed  utterly, 
By  Cupid's  scathing  archery. 
The  arms  that  took  him  in,  you  see, 

Were  Betty's  arms,  of  course. 

'97- 
The  Garnet. 


149 


THE    SCARLET 


Two  Arms. 

At  the  dawn  of  twilight. 
When  my  heart  grows  gay, 
And  the  evening  shadows 
Swallow  up  the  day, 
Two  arms  invite  me 
To  their   fond  embrace. 
And  hold  me  gently 
'Gainst  a  wealth  of  lace — 
And  I  love  her  dearly. 
Still  so  rich  and  rare. 
She  is  ever  constant. 
Is  my  old  armed  chair. 

H.  S.  D.,  '99. 

The  Parthenon. 


ISO 


AND    GARNET. 


According  to  Hoyle. 

«"Y'ES,"  I  whispered,  as  I  pressed  her, 

Showing  her  the  diamond  ring ; 
"It's  the  ace  of  Diamonds,  darling, 

Hearts  are  trumps,  the  poets  sing. 
You're  the  Queen  of  Hearts  for  me,  love," 

(Here  I  think  she  smiled  serene,) 
"You  must  trump  the  ace,  my  dearest, 

Diamonds  lead  and  you're  the  Queen." 

"Yes,"  she  whispered,  as  I  kissed  her, 

With  her  little  hand  in  mine. 
And  her  head  upon  my  shoulder, 

While  her  arms  around  me  twine. 
"Yes,  but  then  you  know  the  rule,  John," 

(Toying  shyly  with  the  ring,) 
"Third  hand  high,  so  you  must  take  me, 

I  am  Queen — but  you  are  King." 

Horrible  to  end  such  rapture, 

Horrible  to  end  such  bliss, 
Gladly  would  I  draw  the  curtain 

At  the  last  and  longest  kiss ; 
But  I  can't  forget  her  father, 

And  his  rage-distorted  face, 
As  he  bellowed,  through  the  doorway, 

"That's  my  trick,  there!    I'm  the  Ace!" 

JACK. 
The   Targutn. 


THE    SCARLET 


Contributed   By  a   Freshman. 

T^HE  freshman  orator  with  grace, 

And  sad-lined  efforts  of  his  face, 
Spoke  with  emotion  past  his  years, 
That  e'en  the  seats  were  laid  in  tiers. 

The  Concordicnsis. 


152 


AND    GARNET. 


Left. 

oHE  was  a  millionaire's  daughter, 

Impecunious  clerk  was  he; 
He  audaciously  sought  her 
With  th'  object  of  matrimony. 

In  fervent  tones  he  pleaded 

His  cause  with  art  and  skill ; 
She  was  the  one  thing  needed 

His  cup  of  joy  to  fill. 

"You  are  the  only  maid,  I  swear, 

That  I  can  ever  wed ; 
You  are  a  girl,  I  do  declare, 

After  my  heart,"  he  said. 

"If  that's  the  case  we'll  say  adieu," 

She  said  with  .withering  look ; 
For  a  man  I  plainly  see  in  you 
"After  my  pocketbook." 

MARIUS. 
The   Targum. 


153 


THE    SCARLET 


To  Helen. 

T  WROTE  a  poem  "To  Helen,"  once, 

In  metre  light  and  gay, 
And  never  thought  that  Helens,  ten. 

Would   read   those  lines  next  day; 
And  in  those  words  I  threw  my  heart ; 

Alas  !  my  time  was  spent, 
For  every  Helen  that  I  knew, 

Believed  that  she  was  meant. 

I  wrote  a  poem  "To  Helen,"  then, 

And  though  the  lines  were  gay, 
I  held  her  faults  before  the  world ; 

Imposing  the  array. 
I  laughed  at  all  her  petty  whims, 

But  I  was  fooled  this  time, 
For  every  single  Helen  thought 

I  meant  the  other  nine. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


154 


AND    GARNET. 


Bill  and  the  Sisters  Peach. 

(With  apologies  to  all  the  Williams  at  Union.) 

'"pHE  Sisters  Peach  were  jolly  twins, 

Known  far  and  wide  and  well ; 
(Now.  as  there  are  no  twins  in  Dorp, 
Tis  safe,  this  tale  to  tell.) 

Young  William  was  a  Union  man. 
They  call  him  "Charming  Bill"  ; 

At  making  love,  'tis  said,  he  had 
No  peer  upon  the  hill. 

To  one  Miss  Peach  he  was  engaged. 

To  him,  said  I,  "Now  will 
You  tell  how  you  distinguish  them?" 
"I  don't,"  said  Charming  Bill. 

C.  W.  CRANNELL. 
The  Garnet. 


155 


THE    SCARLET 


Multum   in   Parvo. 

/^\  NE  swallow  does  not  make  a  summer," 

A  long-forgotten  poet  sings, 
But  I  have  seen  a  small  grasshopper 
Make  half  a  dozen  springs. 

A.  B.  G. 
The  Targidii. 


156 


AND    GARNET. 


Ye  Wooing  Knight. 

A     KNIGHT  he  would  a  wooing  go 

In  the  chivalrous  days  of  long  ago, 
So  he  sallied  forth  with  his  gay  guitar, 
And  roundels  in  his  repertoire. 

He  hied  him   to  a  lady  love, 
And  sang  beneath  her  bower  above, 
"Oh  !  come  to  me.  'milady'  fair, 
Oh !  come,  for  I  my  love  declare." 

To  the  lattice  tripped  ''milady"  fair, 
So  sprightly,  gay  and  debonaire ; 
She  leaned  on  it — ye  gods,  they  tell, 
The  thing  was  loose,  "milady"  fell. 


In  his  aching  pate  the  bright  stars  swam, 
And  brave  Alphonse  said  tersely,  "d — n" ; 
His  wish.  I  wot,  was  quite  fulfilled. 
But  the  knightly  brain  was  well  nigh  spilled. 

This  knight  has   sworn  a  mighty  oath. 

As  by  Castile  he  fiercely  quoth, 

I'll  never  woo  ye  lady  love 

When  I'm  beneath  ye  bower  above. 

WILLIAM  ALLEN  JOHNSON,  '97. 
The  Garnet. 


157 


THE   SCARLET 


Unjust. 

'"PHE  rain  it  falls  upon  the  just, 

And  also  on  the  unjust  fellows, 
But  more  upon  the  just,  because 
The   unjust  have   the   justs'    umbrellas. 

The  Targum. 


158 


AND   GARNET. 

A  Ballad  of  the  Ballet. 

TN  ye  seat  A,  104. 

Sat  Freddie,  ye  gallant  Sophomore, 
All  decked  out  in  wondrous  wise 
With  chrysanthemums  of  ye  largest  size. 
In   103  sat  ye  fat  old  beau, 
With  ye  diamond  shirt  stud  all  aglow. 

As  ye  play  went  on  ye  buxom  maid 

In  ye  ballet  costume  gay  arrayed, 

Tripped  down  to  ye  footlights  (O,  ye  grace), 

And  sweetly  smirked  at  ye  upturned  face. 

"Be  gad !"  quoth   Freddie,   in  transport  wild, 

"In  sooth  yon  maid  must  on  me  have  smiled." 

As  she  glided  off  when  ye  dance  was  o'er, 
Loudly   clapped   Freddie   for   ye   encore, 
And  cautiously  to  ye  pretty  fay 
He  deftly  winked  in  ye  knowing  way, 
And  ye  soubrette  nodded  down  at  ye  pit, 
(Ye  gallant  Soph,  nearly  threw  a  fit.) 

When  ye  play  was  done  to  ye  rear  stage  door 
Sped  Freddie,  ye  gallant  Sophomore, 
Expectantly  waiting  ye  place  about. 
Ye  stage  door  ope'd  and  ye  maid  tripped  out 
On  the  arm — "Ye  gods!  What  do  I  see?" 
Of  ye  fat  old  man  in  103. 

The  Garnet. 


159 


THE   SCARLET 


Won  the  Pot. 

HpHAT  little  hand! 

I  hold  it  firm  in  mine, 
And   scan   its  outlines  fine. 

My   eyes   expand, 

And  grow  with  love  intense  and  strong ; 
I  gaze  upon  it  fond  and  long. 

That  little  hand! 

That  little  hand! 

It  is  so  smooth,  so  pure  and  white, 
And  covered  o'er  with  diamonds  quite, 

In  beauty  grand. 
Oh,  how  I  love  it !     See  me  press 
It  to  my  lips  in  fond  caress, 

That  little  hand! 

That  little  hand! 
There  are  others  as  fair  as  you, 
I  lay  you  down,  and  gladly,   too, 
It  was  a  diamond,  flush  and  straight, 
Soon  may  I  hold  its  charming  mate, 

That  little  hand! 

The  Targum. 


1 60 


AND    GARNET. 


Certainly. 

\\f  ON'T  you  let  me  call  you 

Something  else  than  Miss? 
Don't  you  think  I've  known  you 
Long  enough  for  this?" 

"Certainly,  my  dear  sir," 

The  maiden  fair  replied, 
"You  might  make  it  Mrs. 
If  you  only  tried." 

H.  S.  H. 
The   Targum. 


161 

(12) 


THE    SCARLET 


The  Last  Farewell. 

rpAREWELL,   farewell,  farewell,"  she  said 

Around  his  neck  her  arms  she  threw, 
"Yours  I  remain,  alive  or  dead, 
To  you  I  ever  shall  be  true." 

"Farewell,  for  you  I'll  ever  pray 
When  to  the  dangerous  field  you  hie, 

Remember,  tho'   far,  far  away, 
My  thoughts  to  you  will  ever  fly." 

Her  tears  fell  fast,  "Goes  he  to  war, 

Thy  gallant  lad?"     "No,"  with  a  blush, 
"Alas,  alas,  in  danger  more, 
He's  going  to  play  centre  rush." 

H. 
The  Garnet. 


162 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Problem  Solved. 

V/f  Y   son,"   the   Freshman's  mother  cried, 

With  a  Spartan  mother's  tears, 
"Return  in  honor  to  my  side, 
Or  else  find  thee  a  bier." 

The   Freshman   pondered   long   and   hard, 

The  problem  raised  his  fears, 
At  last  he  solved  the  matter  thus, 

Not  one  but  many  beers. 

The  Targum. 


163 


THE    SCARLET 


An  Adventure. 

CMALL  boy, 
Great  joy ; 
Line,  hook, 
Fish,  brook. 

Small    bite. 
Great  fright ; 
Slight  lurch — 
Off  perch. 

Not  dry — 
Dad  nigh ; 
Dad's  muscle 
All-a-bustle. 

Boy,  bed, 
No  bread ; 
No   wish 
To  fish. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


164 


AND    GARNET. 


Gambling  Terms. 

'"p  HE  Indian  crept  up  to  the  girl, 
The  girl  was  kneading  bread, 
She,  turning,  flung  it  in  his  face, 
And  lost  her  dough  on  the  red. 

"ZA — ZA." 
The  Garnet. 


165 


THE    SCARLET 


To  a   Mosquito. 

CWEETLY  clinging,  softly  stinging. 

At  the  midnight  hour ; 
Gently   creeping,   onward   sweeping. 

Wondrous   is  thy  power! 
Now    alighting,    calmly    biting. 

Hard  it  is  to  bear ! 
Round  us  flitting,  while  we're  hitting 

Vainly   in   the  air ! 
Wilt  thou  ne'er  be  gone? 

Wounded,  dreary,   faint  and  weary. 
Toss  we  'till  the  morn. 

MARIUS. 
The'  Tar  gum. 


166 


AND    GARNET. 


An    Effiouxion. 

/"\NCE  there  were  two  little  Sioux, 

Who  went  off  in  their  birch-bark  caniouxs ; 

In  manner  too  free 

They   rowed   merrily 
On  that  wonderful,  wonderful  criouxs. 

Their  way  they  never  could  lioux : 
Rowed  single  file — never  by  tiouxs ; 

They  could  row  in  the  night 

As  well  as  by  light 
And  do  just  about  as  they  chiouxs. 

Their  father  ne'er  had  any  nioux. 
So  he  tried  to  find  his  two  Siouxs. 

He  found  only  one, 

The  other  was  gone, 
Of  his  hiding  place  there  were  no  clioux. 

Now  doesn't  this  look  very  ciourxrious 
'Twill  make  every  one  of  you  fiouxrious ; 

Now  you  that  are  wise, 

Pray  do  this  revise, 
With  spelling  that's  not  so  injiouxrious. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


167 


VI. 

MODULATIONES 
^THIOPUM 


THE  SCARLET  AND  GARNET. 

The  Darkey's  Creed. 

f)H  de  sun  am  shinin'  bright 
On  de  cotton  sof  an'  white. 

In  de  mohning. 
An'  de  muscadine  am  sweet. 
An'  de  possum  good  to  eat. 

In  de  mohning. 
Oh.   I'se  a  happy  nigger, 
An'  dey  isn't  nuthin'  bigger, 

In  de  mohning. 

An'  de  white  man  he  kin  say. 
.'Come  an'  wurk  fo'  me  to-day." 

In  de  mohning. 
But  I'll  tell  a  whoppin'  lie. 
How  I'll  do  hit,  bye'm-bye. 

In  de  mohning. 
Oh.    I'se   a    happy   nigger, 
An'  dey  isn't  nuthin'  bigger. 

In  de  mohning. 

But  de  sun  goes  down  at  last. 
An'  de  cottons  sheddin'  fast. 

In  de  ebening. 
An'   de  muscadine  hez  rot, 
An'  de  possum  isn't  caught. 

In  de  ebening. 

Oh.   I'se  gittin'   mighty   sadder, 
An'  dey's  nothin'  feelin'  badder. 

In  de  ebening. 

171 


THE   SCARLET 


Fer  de  chillun  isn't  fed 
When  I  sen'  'em  off  to  bed, 

In  de  ebening. 
Not  a  rashun  in  de  house, 
Det  would,  feed  a  growed  up  mouse. 

In  de  ebening. 

Oh,   I'se  gittin'   mighty  sadder, 
An'  dey's  nothin'  feelin'  badder, 

In  de  ebening. 

P.  P.  S..  '98. 
The  Parthenon. 


172 


AND    GARNET. 


Ma  Ole  Virginy  Home. 

/"\  TAKE  me  back  to  massa  an'  ma  ole  Virginy 

home, 

I  was  happy  'neath  de  sunny  Southern  sky ; 
I'se  gettin'  old  an'   feeble,  an'   it  makes  me  sad  to 

roam. 
O,  take  me  back  again  an'  let  me  die. 

Jes  let  me  see  ma  Dinah,  she's  a  waitin'  dere  for  me, 

In  ma  lonely  little  cabin  far  away ; 
I  hear  her  voice  a  callin',  an'  I  a'most  seem  to  see 

Her  dear  ole  face  an'  hair  a  turnin'  gray. 

I  see  de  little  cabin  where  de  honeysuckle  grew, 
I  see  de  vines  a  chmbin'  roun'  de  door, 

I  see  de  ole  plantation  an'  I  see  ole  massa,  too, 
O,  take  me  back  an'  let  me  roam  no  more. 


If  I  could  hear  de  banjo  an'  de  songs  ob  happy  days, 

But  neber  shall  I  hear  de  ole  refrain. 
I'se  gwine  to  hear  de  angels   singin'   sweeter  songs 

ob  praise. 

An'  ma  heart  will  soon  forget  its  ebery  pain. 
A.  H.  HINMAN,  '02 
The  Garnet. 


173 


THE  .SCARLET 
De  Universal   Law. 

T'S  a  sneakin'  kin'  o'  notion 

Bout  de  gals  y'  gwine  to  meet, 
When  yer  spillin'  of  devotion 
At  some  twenty  par  o'  feet. 

Fer  I  done  a  heap  o'  co'tin', 

'Fo'   I   fix   in'   vveddin'   day. 
An'  I  kep'  'em  all  a  dotin' 

On  dis  nigger,  le'  me  say. 

An'  de  way  I  done,  an'  de  way  you  do. 
Ef  yer  wants  to  win  de  cherub 
Yer  a  projickin'  to  woo: 

Is  to  be  jes'  plum  contrary, 

Wen  yer  with  y'  little  dove, 
Wen  she  calls  y'  "huckleberry," 

'Tend  it  isn't  her  y'  love. 

An'  'en,  ef  she  git  chilly. 

Say  yo'  haht  hit  sho'  will  break. 

Ef  yo'   little  tagger  lilly 
Give  'er  baby  boy  de  shake. 

I's  don'  it  m'  se'f,  an'  dey's  not  one  flaw 

In  dis  plan  to  win  a  cherub, 
Hits  de  universal  law. 

P.  P.  S.,  '98. 

Tlic  Parthenon. 


174 


AND    GARNET. 


To  Nellie  Lu. 

XT7  HEN  de  sun  am  shinin'  hot, 

An'  de  gum  a  smellin'  sweet, 
An'   de  co'n  am  hangin'   in  de  yere,    . 

When  de  bird  am  in  de  pot, 
Sizzlin'   dar  des  fit  to  eat, 

Deri,  m'  honey,  oh,  I  loves  yo'  mighty  dear. 
Loves  yo'.  honey?     Yes,  I  do, 
Sho'  would  die  fo'  m'  Nellie  Lu. 

When  de  moon  am  dippin'  low, 

An'  yo'  wears  det  crimson  gown, 
An'  de  flo'  am  clar  fo'  dancin'  at  de  mill, 

When  ole  Jasper  pulls  dat  bow, 
An'  I  does  a  walk-aroun,' 
Den,  m'  honey — um !     I  loves  yo'  fit  t'  kill. 
Loves  yo',  honey?     'Deed  I  do, 
Sho'  would  die  fo'  m'  Nellie  Lu. 

When  I'se  pullin'  cotton,  too, 

An'  I  bens  da  in  de  sun, 
Leadin'  all  de  other  niggahs  in  de  race, 
'Er  I  keeps  'long  side  of  you, 
'Twell  de  wuk  is  went  an'  done, 

Still  I  see's  yo'  lovin'  precious  little  face. 
Loves  yo',  honey?     Yes,  I  do, 
Sho'  would  die  fo'  m'  Nellie  Lu. 

P.  P.  S.,  '98. 
The  Parthenon. 


1/5 


THE   SCARLET 


Mammy's  Honey  Boy. 

\/f  AMMY'S  little  honey  boy's 

Mos'  played  out ; 
Been  a  makin'  too  much  noise. 

Stop  dat  pout. 
Come  now.  chile,  no  foolin'  now, 

Mammy   say. 
What's  de  trouble,  anyhow, 

Ebery    day  ? 

What  yo'  ben  a  doin',  chile? 

See  yo'  se'f, 
Trousers  don'  been  torn  a  mile, 

Nuffin'  lef. 
Hab  to  make  yo'  'nether  pair, 

I  don'  guess ; 
Yo'  jes'  dim'  up  on  dat  chair, 

An'  get  dat  ves'. 

Dah  now,  jes'  yo'  bring  it  heah, 

Dat's  de  way. 
Ain'  yo'  proud,  now,  honey  deah  ? 

What  yo'  say? 
Yo'   ain'   proud   to   wear  dat   ves'  ? 

Ain'  yo'  'shame'  ? 
Mam  is  gwine  to  make  yo'  jes' 

All  de  same. 

176 


AND   GARNET. 


Tell  yo'  what  I'se  gwine  to  do, 

Yo'  can'  guess, 

Gwine  to  make  some  pants  fo'  yo' 
Wi'  dat  ves'. 

A.  H.  HINMAN,  '02. 
The  Concordiensis. 


177 

(13) 


THE    SCARLET 


The  Panacea. 

s~\   WHEN  y'  feels  a  pinin' 

Per  det  which  y'  don't  know  what, 
Even   when  y'  been  a  dinin' 
On  the  bes'  es  kin  be  got, 

Try   wateh-mellyon,   heah   me,    Pete? 
Det  dar  fruit  am  mighty  sweet. 

Or  when  yo'  gals  p'tendin' 

With  yo'  feelin's  fit  t'  kill, 
En'  all  'er  time  a  spendin' 

With  det  on'ry  yaller  Bill, 

Try    wateh-mellyon,    heah   me,    Pete? 
Det  '11  fetch  'er  to  yo'  feet. 

Or  when  de  parson's  chidin' 

'Bout  yo'  dues  a  bein'  slack, 
En'  he  says  y'll  keep  a  slidin' 

Twell  de  debbil  git  a  whack, 

Try    wateh-mellyon,    heah   me,    Pete? 
Parson  love  det  kin'  o'  meat. 

178 


AND    GARNET. 


En'  when  yo'  all's  awaitin' 

Et  de  gates  as  yaint  ajar, 
When  St.  Peter  is  relatin' 

What  y'  done,  en'  how,  en'  whar, 

Try    wateh-mellyon,    heah    me,    Pete? 
Y'  sho'  t'  walk  dem  golden  street. 

P.  P.  S.,  '98. 
The  Parthenon. 


179 


THE    SCARLET 


Hushabye. 

TJUSHABYE,  ma  little  baby, 

Jes'  yo'  close  yo'   little  eye, 
Mammy  ain'  a  gwine  to  leab  yo', 
So  now,  honey,  hushabye. 

Hushabye,   O,   hushabye, 
Mammy's  watchin'  neah, 

Boogyman  won'  get  yo',  chile, 
Don'  yo'  neber  feah. 

Don'  yo'  heah  wha'  mammy  tole  yo'  ? 

Mammy's  gwine  to  spank  yo',  den, 
Dah  now,  dah  yo'  picaninnie, 

Don'  yo'  holler  so  agen. 

Hushabye,  O,  hushabye, 

Go  to  sleep,  ma  baby, 
Mammy  gib  yo'  somethin  good, 

When  yo'  wake  up — maybe. 

Close  yo'  eye,  an'  stop  yo'  wrigglin', 
Don'   yo'    play   no   possum,   chile, 

Hushabye,  ma  picaninnie, 

Mammy's  neah  yo'  all  de  while. 


1 80 


AND    GARNET. 


Hushabye,   O,   hushabye. 

Sleep  on  mammy's  bosom, 
Mammy  lubs  her  honey  boy, 
Break  her  heart  to  loose  um. 

A.  H.  HINMAN,  '02. 
The  Garnet. 


181 


VII. 
POEMATA  COLLEGIORUM 


THE  SCARLET  AND  GARNET. 


Queen's  College. 

UEEN'S  is  not  dead,  long  live  old  Queen's 

She  shall  be  Queen's  forever, 
Enthroned  for  aye  in  loyal  hearts, 
Our  Alma  Mater  ever. 

Her  name  still  clings  to  ivied  walls, 

In  studious  shades  embowered, 
The  Graces'  haunt,  fair  Wisdom's  seat, 

By  princely  Rutgers  dowered. 

Long  reign,  fair  Rutgers,  Queen's  alone 

Among  the  halls  of  knowledge, 
In  the  vast  realm  of  our  free  land. 

Reign  thou  the  royal  college. 

Let  passing  years  increase  thy  charms. 

And  add  their   wealth  of  wisdom, 
To  enrich  thy  sons  in  every  grace. 

In  honor,  truth  and  freedom. 

Queen's  is  not  dead,  long  live  old  Queen's, 

She  shall  be  Queen's  forever, 
Endow  her  with  the  richest  gifts. 

Our  Alma  Mater  ever. 

For  kings  may  come  and  kings  may  go. 
But  Queen's  shall  reign  forever. 

H. 
The  Targum. 


185 


THE   SCARLET 
The  Old  Blue  Gate. 

T17  ALLS  white  and  gray,  light's  magic  brush, 

With  softest  ray  has  made  to  flush, 
And  underneath  elms'  lofty  arch, 
In  touch  of  soul  true'  comrades  march ; 
The  sharers  here  of  treasures  vast 
Transmitted   from   a  glorious   past; 
We  stand  without  and  eager  wait 
To  pass  within  an  old  blue  gate. 

Seen  from  within,   the   world  afar 
Gleams  bright  beyond  the  azure  bar. 
And  time  lags  slow  with  vexing  pace, 
To  hearts  impatient  for  the  race. 
Our  toil  is  here,  and  here  our  care, 
Our  rest,  our  triumph,  over  there, 
As  ships,  port  seeking  from  afar. 
Await  the  tide  that  floods  the  bar, 
We  murmur  at  retarding  fate, 
And  long  to  pass  the  old  blue  gate. 

O  Gate  of  Blue,  fast  hurried  by, 
On  manhood's  verge,  thy  portals  lie ; 
Thy  wood  and  paint,  thy  pillars  seem 
Transfigured  in  a  wondrous  dream, 
A  jeweled  frame  that  holds,  most  fair, 
The  purest  aims,   affections   rare. 
Untainted  in  the  selfish  strife — 
Sweet   virtue's  death,   misnamed  life. 
The  choicest  garlands- we  can  find 
With  rev'rent  hands  we  on  thee  bind. 

JAMES  R.  TRUAX,  '76. 
186 


AND    GARNET. 
The  College  Bell. 

T)  ING,  Oh,  ring,  old  college  bell, 

Ring  of  Paradise  or  Hell, 
Even  ring  our  death's  own  knell. 
Ring  out  in  the  morning. 

Even  though  we  slept  'till  eight, 
Even  though  we  breakfasted  late, 
Ring  out,  though  you  seal  our  fate. 
Ring  your  dreadful   warning. 

Must  we  then  to  chapel  go. 
Break  our  slumber,  even  though 
Headaches,  pains  and  other  woe 
Bid  us  stay  and  rest? 

Still  to  slope  would  be  unwise, 
Reasons  must  we  then  devise 
Based  on  truth,  but  in  disguise, 
What  a  vain  request. 

Yet  there  is  one  thing,  we  swear, 
That  will  get  us  over  there, 
E'en  in  time  to  hear  a  prayer 
Offered  by  the  pastor. 

List!  the  reason  we'll  unfurl, 
For  each  stroke  the  bell  can  hurl, 
Through  the  campus  comes  a  girl 

We  know,  for  we  have  passed  her. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 

187 


THE   SCARLET 

The  College  Bell. 

T  "I  ARK !  'tis  the  old  college  bell  loudly  ringing 
High  in  its  belfry  loft  swaying  and  swinging. 
Noisily  clanging, 

It  sounds  on  the  air. 

Forth  from  the  steeple  rush  bat  and  fly  swallow, 
Roused    from    their    nests    by    its    tones    deep    and 
hollow, 

Swift  on  the  wing 

To  new  haunts  they  repair. 

There  has  it  swung  for  the  past  generations, 
Heard  and  obeyed  by  the  sons  of  all  nations, 
There  may  it  swing 

Thro'  the  ages  to  come, 

Sounding  for  all  its  right  welcoming  greeting, 
Silent  at  parting  but  noisy  at  meeting. 
Calling  to  sons  of  Old  Rutgers, 
Come  home. 

Oft  have  I  heard  the  cathedral  chimes  pealing, 
O'er  the  great  city  their  silvery  tones  stealing, 
Calling   the   faithful 

Their  matins  to  tell. 

But  the  sound  most  familiar  in  days  that  are  fleeting, 
Its  message  repeating,  forever  repeating. 
Is  the  musical  clang 

Of  the  old  college  bell. 

E.  J.  M.,  '96. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 

188 


AND    GARNET. 


In  Absentia. 

Q  CHERISHED  Mother  Union,  for  the  grace 

that  still  is  thine, 
Teach   thou  yet  Old   Time's  young  children ;   teach 

them  truth  that  is  divine. 
In    the    broadness    of    thy    vision,    in    the    might   of 

deathless  power, 
With  the  Ages'  treasured  wisdom,  help  the  creatures 

of  an  hour. 
They    shall    perish    with    their   striving ;    they    shall 

vanish  from  earth's  ways, 

But  the  world  shall  keep  the  blessing,  and  to  thee 
shall  come  the  praise. 

JAMES  R.  T.RUAX.     . 
The  Parthenon. 


189 


THE    SCARLET 
A  College  Memory. 

A  S  we  turn  the  fair  leaves  written  full  long  ago, 

When  in  youth  we  drank  deep  of  each  joy, 
How  we  love  to  recall  in  this  sweet  afterglow, 

Long-past  pleasures  that  knew  no  alloy ; 
Not  a  record  so  slight  or  so  misty  through  years, 

But  the  memory's  touch  can  restore. 
And  in  clearest  of  outlines  the  picture  appears. 

As  though  horn  of  to-day,  not  of  yore. 

In  this  vista  of  years,  there's  a  portion,  I  ween. 

That  full  often  returns  to  the  sight ; 
'Tis  the  elms,  with  the  green  of  the  campus  between, 

'Tis  the  brown  of  "Old  Queens"  on  the  height; 
That  which  greeted  us  first,  that  which  bade  us  fare- 
well, 

When  we  parted  from  college  and  town, 
Is  the  view  that  on  memory's  wall  will  e'er  dwell, 

That  loved  picture  of  green  and  of  brown. 

We  heve  seen  all  the  growth  Alma  Mater  has  made, 

We  have  seen  her  new  structures  arise. 
But  above  all  their  grandeur,  we  love  the  green  shade 

And  the  sight  of  "Old  Queens"  and  the  skies ; 
'Neath  the  glimmering  tree  tops  that  lull  us  to  sleep, 

'Neath  the  class  tree  we  carved  with  our  name, 
Our  shrine  of  affection  with  vigil  we'll  keep, 

With  a  spirit  forever  the  same. 

H.vB.  N. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 

190 


AND    GARNET. 


To  Rutgers. 

"P'EN   Passion's  sweet  Phoebus 

Hath  lent  thee  her  ray; 
In  Beauty's  bright  glances 
Thy  cares  melt  away. 

The  Soul  of  all  graces 

Delight !  but    to   meet; 
Divine  charms  unfolding 

'Tis  thy  joy  to  greet. 

When  soft  dreamy  stillness 

Steals  down  from  the  night, 
And  tenderly  hushes 

The  clamorous  light. 

Love's  own  beam  shall  light  thee 

To  Bliss's  shining  bower. 
For  Rutgers  shall  ever 

Woo  her  fairest  flower. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


191 


THE    SCARLET 

In  Whitie's  Chair. 

times  have  quite  passed  from  me, 
Other  thoughts  for  me  can  vie, 
Other  scenes  are  now  all  vanished, 

Other  terrors  fright  no  more, 
But  one  scene  is  still  before  me, 

'Twill   remain   forever  there, 
'Twas  my  first  day,  I  remember,_ 
My  first  day  in  "Whitie's"  chair. 

We  had  gathered  there  as  Freshmen. 

In  his  recitation  room, 
And  sat  waiting,  each  one  watching, 

Meekly  looking  for  his  doom. 
When  he  called  our  name  we  shuddered, 

Felt  a  rising  in  our  hair, 
For  'twas  our  first  day,  remember, 

Our  first  day  in  "Whitie's"  chair. 

But  as  weeks  and  months  passed  o'er-us, 

Then  his  manner  kinder  grew, 
As  he  brought   from   Grecian  chorus. 

Thoughts  that  unto  us  were  new. 
And   we   found   him  always   faithful, 

And   we  found  him  always  fair, 
So  we  came  to  prize  the  lessons, 

That  we  learned  in  "Whitie's"  chair. 

L.  A.,  '95. 
The  Garnet. 


192 


AND    GARNET. 


Our  Alma  Mater. 

HpO  thee,  our  Alma  Mater,  ever  dear, 

Our  song  of  praise  we  bring ; 
Near  thee  the  Raritan's  soft  ripples  flow, 

Its  tides,  its  currents  swing ; 
The  busy  hum  of  thriving  city  beats 

Against  thy  ivied  walls, 
The  sheltering  calm  of  peaceful  study  broods 

Within  thy  memoried  halls. 

Thy  cold  brown  stones  hold  last  within  their  clasp. 

A  warm  and  loving  heart, 
So  that  when  one  embrace  has  made  us  kin, 

We  rest,  and  grieve  to  part. 
The  murm'ring  of  the  breezes  through  the  trees, 

That  all  thy  campus  throng, 
Is  sweeter  far  to  us,  than  on  the  Rhine, 

The  fabled  siren's  song. 

Thy  banner's  scarlet  folds,  flung  to  the  wind, 

Inspire  with  motive  high, 
As  when  the  Red  Cross  led  Europas'  knights 

To  win  for  Christ  or  die. 
When  from  the  parent  rose  we  petals  fall. 

May  still  thy  perfume  cling 
To  make  life  sweet  and  holy,  full  of  joys 

That  from  thee.  Rutgers,  spring. 

The  Targum. 

193 
(14) 


THE    SCARLET 


Farewell  Song. 

"pAREWELL,  Old  Union,  soon — too  soon 
The  time  will  come  when  we  must  part, 
But  treasured  as  a  precious  boon, 

Shall  live  thy  memories  in  our  heart. 

Farewell,  Old  Union,  four  short  years 
We've  worked  within  thy  classic  walls, 

And  yet  our  eyes  are  dim  with  tears, 
When  far  away  stern  duty  calls. 

Farewell,  Old  Union,  walk  and  grove, 
And  old  stone  seat,  and  babbling  brook, 

Shall  draw  us  back,  where  e'er  we  rove, 
On  seat,  and  walk,  and  grove  to  look. 

Farewell,  Old  Union,  fond  farewell, 
From  men  whose  hearts  are  brave  and  true ; 

Of  those  who  thee  as  "mother"  hail, 
None,  love  thee  more  than  '82. 

Farewell.  Old  Union,  honored  name. 

A  name  endeared  to  every  son ; 
May  it  be  ours  to  swell  thy  fame. 
And  thine  to  live  when  we  are  gone. 

G.  A.  C,  '82. 
The  Garnet. 


194 


AND    GARNET. 


Ivy   Ode. 

A   S  the  tender  ivy,  growing 

Spreads  its  foliage  broad  and  free 
All  our  love  and  fealty  showing 
May  they  ever  stronger  be. 

Grow  then  on,  as  nature's  forces 
Storm  and  sunshine  beat  on  you, 

Showing  us  the  heavenly  sources 
Of  all  actions,  good  and  true. 

So  throughout  succeeding  ages 
May  we  view  thee  larger  grown 

As  we  turn  of  time  the  pages 
Reaping  much  that  we  have  sown. 

May  no  evil  force  offend  thee 

Silent  worker  and  serene, 
May  thy  mantle  on  these  walls  be 

Ever  thicker,  closer,  seen. 

Plant  of  ages,  strength  and  beauty. 

As  you  cling  to  Rutgers'   walls 
You  set  forth  the  bounden  duty 
That  we  owe  to  these  old  halls. 

H.  R.  VOORHEES. 
The  Tar  gum. 


195 


THE    SCARLET 
Poem— With  Apologies. 

'"pELL  me,  ye  winged  winds, 

That  round  my  pathway  war, 
Is  there  no  room  at  Rutgers 

Where  flunks  are  known  no  more? 
No  kindly  wise  professor 

Who  is  not  Prexy's  tool, 
Who  ne'er  gives  less  than  sixty. 

While  ten  spots  are  the  rule? 

Tell  me,  ye  winged  winds. 

That  round  my  pathway  war, 
Is  there  no  fair  and  happy  place 

Where  debts  are  known  no  more? 
Where  bills  which  long  forgotten 

And  written  home  as  paid, 
Will  stare  us  in  the  face  again, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  dread? 

The  winged  winds  made  answer. 

And  I  bent  to  catch  the  sound, 
For  I  longed  to  know  if  any  such 

Could  anywhere  be  found. 
But  I  only  caught  the  echo 

Of  the  words  they  told  me  there. 
The  echo  of  the  hopeless  cry, 

"Alas!  it  is  Nowhere!" 

Due. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 

196 


AND    GARNET. 


I  Wonder. 

T  WONDER  where  my  money  goes, 

And  yet  I  ought  to  know, 
For  books  and  hats  and  coats  and  shoes, 
And  pipes  and  gloves  and  oyster  ^tews; 
Tobacco  in  my  pipe  to  use, 
And  liquid  which  the  German  brews, 
Frat.   Chapter  and  athletic  dues, 
Ball  tickets  and  the  college  crews, 
Y.  M.  C.  A.,  the  daily  news, 
And  beggars  whom  I  can't  refuse, 
Car  fares,  "set  ups,"  and  bets  I  lose, 
And  pawns  redeemed  again  from  Jews, 
New  novelettes  to  cure  the  blues, 
Class  pictures,  pins  and  college  views, 
And  scarfs  and  ties  of  various  hues, 
Confections  which  the  fair  ones  choose, 
And   stamps    for   mailing   billets-doux ; 
All  these  things  make  my  money  ooze 
And  vanish  like  the  melting  snow. 

E.  J.  M.,  '96. 
The  Tar  gum. 


197 


THE    SCARLET 


To  An   Elderly  "Grind." 

TIE  reads  his  Homer — o'er  his  Virgil  pores, 

And  dotes  on  Martial  of  the  epigram; 
All  modern  novels  are  but  modern  bores. 

And  up-to-dateness  but  a  sordid  sham, 
Alone  he  sits  behind  his  study  doors — 

A  proper  pen  for  a  prosaic  lamb — 
And  reads  his  Homer — o'er  his  Virgil  pores 
And  dotes  on  Martial  of  the  epigram. 

W.  G.  K. 
The  Garnet. 


198 


AND    GARNET. 


0  For  a  Horse. 

npHE  Arabian  horse  has  oft  been  sung, 

In  stately  metre  and  entrancing  rhyme ; 
But  when  o'er  Homer's  verse  I  ponder, 
Give  me  a  Greek  horse  every  time. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


199 


THE    SCARLET 


At  the  End  of  the  Season. 

TJtS  eye  was  bunged  out  and  his  arm  in  a  sling, 

And  he  walked  with  a  cane — he  was  lame  ; 
And  his  swollen  up  nose  was  a  pitiful  thing ; 
He'd  a  tooth  broken  out  and  his  back  had  no  spring. 
He  was  happy  for  all,  just  the  same. 

Broken    teeth,    broken    arms,    broken    nose,    broken 

head, 

Tho'  bruised  up  for  life  he  appear — 
He  looked  up  and  grinned,  as  he  cheerfully  said, 
"Now  patch  up  my  body,  then  bandage  my  head, 
I'll  be  ready  for  foot-ball  next  year. 

The  Concordiensis. 


200 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Model  Student. 

HEN  I  went  to  Rutgers  as  a  very  young  man, 

Said  I  to  myself,  said  I ; 
I'll  follow  a  new  and  original  plan. 

Said  I  to  myself,  said  I ; 
I'll  never  pretend  that  I  know  everything, 
Or  sport  a  diamond,  or  big  seal  ring, 
Once  worn  by  my  ancestor.  Count  Gin  Sling, 

Said  I-  to  myself,  said  I. 

I'll   never  walk  the  streets  at  night. 

Said  I  to  myself,  said  I ; 
With  a  lot  of  Freshmen,  all  but  tight. 

Said  I  to  myself,  said  I ; 
I'll   never  go   bawling  "Bow-wow-wow," 
Just  for  the  fun  of  raising  a  row, 
And  roll  home  in  the  morning,  you  don't  know  how, 

Said  I  to  myself,  said  I. 

But  when  in  June  I  graduate. 

Said  I  to  myself,  said  I ; 
I'll  celebrate  it  with  a  fete, 

Said  I  to  myself,  said  I ; 

I'll  smoke  pure  La  Rosas  and  swim  in  champagne, 
Go  shooting  in  Texas  and  courting  in  Spain, 
And  marry  for  money  some  beautiful  dame, 

Said  I  to  myself,  said(I. 

H.  MacS. 
The  Scarlet  Letter. 


201 


THE    SCARLET 


Dark  Horse. 

TjE  wasn't  in  town  society, 

Scarcely  a  girl  did  he  know  by  name ; 
But  his  pink  letters'  came  very  regularly, 
And  he  got  the  class  cup  all  the  same. 

RUWOLE. 
The   Targum. 


202 


AND    GARNET. 


The  Junior  Ball. 

pLEASANT  place  for  boys  to  play. 

Better  keep  your  girls  away, 
Hearts  get  rolled  as  pebbles  do. 
Which  countless  fingering  waves  pursue, 
And  every  classic  beach  is  strown 
With  heart-shaped  pebbles  of  blood-red  stones. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


203 


THE    SCARLET 


A  Pillow. 

T   WISH  you  would  make  me,  a  college  man  said, 

A  pillow,  a  pillow,  a  pillow ; 
The  color  is  garnet,  akin  to  dark  red, 

0  will  you,  O  will  you,  O  will  you? 

The  maiden  made  answer,  you'd  better  not  ask 

For  a  pillow,  a  pillow,  a  pillow, 
Though  try  to  perform  such  a  difficult  task 

1  wilKO,  I  will  O,  I  will  O. 

But  will  is  a  word  of  the  future/  tense, 
A  word  that  gives  others  a  deal  of  suspense, 
The  fulfillment  of  which  is  always  to  come, 
It  means  just  to  do  and  never  means  done. 

And  the  maiden  had  promised  such  favors  before — 
Had  promised  them  all  to  her  friends  by  the  score ; 
When  with  waiting  and  waiting,  they  all  had  grown 

tired. 
She'd  send  it  before  the  ''last  gun  shot  was  fired." 

She's  weary  of  failing,  and  hopes  he  v/on't  mind, 
But  regard  her  poor  work  in  a  manner  most  kind. 

J.  K. 
1  he  Parthenon. 


204 


AND    GARNET. 


A  Mistake.. 

'"pO  the  library  once  went  a  Freshman  in  haste, 

To  find  there  a  book  suited  well  to  his  taste, 
Of  the  man  found  in  charge  did  inquire : 
"Where,    O    where,  ,  my   good    sir,    in    this    building 

may  be 

The  book  which  my  eyes  are  so  longing  to  see, 
The  tome  of  my  heart's  great  desire?" 

The  librarian,  who  knew  every  alcove  quite  well, 
Responded  both  briefly  and  promptly,  "In  L" ; 
But  the  Freshman  put  on  a  long  face, 
For  he  tho't  he  detected  an  aspirate  there, 
And  he  rushed  out  so  fast  that  he  upset  a  chair, 
And  has  not  since  been  seen  in  the  place. 

The   Targum. 


205 


THE    SCARLET 


Progress. 

HEN  first  he  came  to  Rutgers, 

He  was  a  Freshman  green ; 
He  plugged  from  morn  'til  midnight, 

With  a  girl  was  never  seen. 
He  became  a  Sophomore  wicked. 
But  he  wasn't  quite  the  same, 
He  called  on  seven  maidens, 

And  he  knew  the  rest  by  name. 
And  when  he  was  a  Junior, 

Each  girl  in  town  knew  him. 
He  made  calls  every  evening. 
And  soon  was  in  the  swim. 
But  as  a  Senior  stately, 

He  let  the  others  slide, 
He  called  on  one  girl  nightly — 
And  morn  and  noon,  beside. 

RUWOLE. 
The    Tar  gum. 


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AND    GARNET. 


Paradise. 

T  LIKE  Adam,  was  in  Eden, 
Happy,    ignorant   in   life ; 
And  I  dreamt  I  was  like  Adam, 
Married   to   a   bonny   wife. 

But  1  ate  the  fruit  of  knowledge, 

And  I  widely  oped  my  eyes ; 
For  I  found  myself  in  college, 
Far  away  from   Paradise. 

B.  R.,  '99- 
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THE  SCARLET  AND  GARNET. 


Epilogue. 

T^HE  curtain   falls  in  silent  state; 

The  plaudits  of  the  crowd  abate. 
And  hurrying  through  the  green-room  door, 
The  wearied  actors  leave  the  floor ; 

I  only  at  the  footlights  wait. 

The  play  is  all  of  Youth's  estate. 
With  college  loves  and  joys  elate; 
And  yet  a  sadness  comes  before 
The  curtain  falls. 

'Tis  no  great  story  we  relate, 
Be  to  its  faults  compassionate ; 

We  only  cry  with  those  of  yore, 
Nunc  plaudite!     The  play  is  o'er, 
At  last,  good-night !     The  hour  is  late, 
The  curtain  falls. 

The  Scarlet  Letter. 


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